Still haven’t recovered from the Funny-Block I’ve been suffering from for the past few days.
The terrible affliction probably wasn’t helped by the corporate show I did a few days back. 100 suited HR execs, in a hotel ballroom that looked like Hosni Mubarak’s den. They sat stone-faced at round tables and took the moments that I generally use as applause breaks to tap away at their Blackberry’s. Thank God the money was good, otherwise the blow to the ego might have been catastrophic. As it is, know I can walk away with, if not my dignity, then an abiding sense of prostitution.
God a 45 minute solo show coming up on the 9th of April for the OGS Mela. I think I’m going to improvise a little less and hide behind my act for this one.