I’m sat waiting for a train in Birmingham. I’m sure Great Bluesmen of the ages have started to write whilst in similar situations, though their Birmingham is Alabama and mine is New Street just opposite the Bull Ring. Birmingham City Centre is grim in parts hey? Huge swathes of it scream ‘knock me down and start again’. Lots of it is nicer, and there is the usual level of regeneration found in most cities in the UK. Let’s hope the Urban planners of our time get it better than those numbskulls of the late 60′s and 70′s. Looking at the amount of cladded identikit apartment blocks that have gone up everywhere in Manchester, I fear not.
Looking forward to MCing at the Comedy Store in London this weekend, it’s a always a special gig. Every time I do it I have feelings of trepidation, fear, joy and honour. Everything there is set up perfectly for stand-up. The bills are always top notch and the audiences are normally a good buzz. We’ll see. Couple of of other gigs whilst I am down there, including on in the upside down purple cow on the Southbank and then it’s back for the second recording day of Everyone Quite Likes Justin on Sunday – which is also my birthday. First one went well, (recording that it is, not my first birthday, though I imagine that was fine) and we are doing two episodes this Sunday. Chuffed to say we have Bernard Wrigley doing a bit for us. The Bolton Bullfrog.
Until next time x