the evening almanac

Yes, we're back, sorry for the delay. Dunno why I say "we", I guess I mean me, and you? Hello. We chat about the dog barking at night (thrilling stuff) and a nice gig I did in Norwich. Essentially.

Had a gig. Went ok, but this is really about other gigs that give you PTSD. And dinner parties. Basically.

Took Josh to a gig, reflected on weekend and life. Like you do. Basically.

Gig news. I MC'd and things got a bit weird. Basically.

I'm trying to not talk about politics 'cos I can go on. Sharing some views that might not be the most popular but I'm not popular anyway, so I win. Like Trump. Essentially.

Is it ever too late to start over? Probably.

I'm just calling it on this one. I'm calling it all out. I'm telling it how it is. No holding back. This isn't my truth, it's the truth. And we're all degrading ourselves in this farce. Bascially.

A varied podcast but mostly about how if you try, things are easy. But that's not the point in the game, is it? Anyone can try. Essentially.

What an embaressment last episode was. Waxing lyrical about how great the soundis whilst forgetting to plug in the mic I was using. This episode I do use the mic, but it's still embarrassing, so I guess it's the content that sucks. Basically.

Applying for a new corporate job because I"m a company man. Also live gig news! Mostly.

A bit about a gig. A bit about the greatest film ever made. Essentially.

A pressurised podcast where I talk about ageing. Mostly.

A dog walking podcast where we discuss weird British celebrations involving horror and the burning of effigies, and some gig news. Basically.

Gig news and coaching news. I say "news" but it's not really news is it? It's like, stuff that happened I guess, but is that news? Like, would it deserve to be in newspaper or have a journalist probe what's going on? Doubt it. Non-probe-worthy. Basically.

A reflective podcast about how men used to be men, and they were horrible. Basically.

Today's fantastic and amazing monologue is about standing guard at your thoughts. Or my thoughts, at least. I'm trying to be more intentional with what I consume. Essentially.

Sunday night blues and insulting old work colleagues. Not really, sort of complimenting them in a really weird way. Actually, probably just an insult. I dunno. Bascially.

Been off, been under the weather, been not having sex with two women at the same time. Mostly.

Some thoughts on hitting coedy goals and then feeling rather directionless. Also I' on a dog walk, it's it 2023 or something. Basically.

Speculation on the whole P Dippy thing. Basically.

Reaching a comedy milestone doesn't stop me moaning about things like the lack of capaciousness of my cupboards. Is capaciousness a word? I dunno, what am I, Byron? Perhaps.

Some thoughts on purpose, maaaan. And Paul Chek. Maaan. And er, well that might be it. Basically.

Lots of comedy feedback, dopamine feedback and moaning. Perhaps.

A bit about Dave Grohl - Leave the man alone. Let he who hasn't made terrible pop-rock albums cast the first stone. Also having a go at developers because they reap what they sow. In this case, AI. Basically.

A rainy update (well, it's rainy outside) about work, careers and going to your grandparent's house when you're a kid. Mostly.