Voicing an Alligator, Sweating Through a Suit

Yikes, it's been busy. In the last week I have had to tell the same joke eight times in eight different accents, voice a cockney alligator and a slightly fey Big Bad Wolf for CBBC, and then hotfoot it down to the Kent "Garden of England" TM for two nights of really good giggery in sweltery hotel rooms in Royal Tunbridge Wells.

The gigs were cracking fun - I had a blast compering for Pete Gold and Nice Mum on Friday who were both on fire (literally, it was very hot), and then the following night with the wonderful Congress of Oddities, Matt Perret, Steve Oram, Nice Mum and miming internet viral Dave Armand, with me threaded inbetween like some sort of comedy netting. Here is a photo of Nice Mum and I being very ill-disciplined in a sketch:



Anyway it was great fun. And for an added touch, the gig was taking place in a slightly threadbare hotel, where in the adjoining wing a wedding was taking place. A wedding with a number of thick-necked men with tattoos and piercings and fat women wearing a lot of pink and orange (in Royal Tunbridge Wells? I know, it hardly seems credible.) As the comedy gig played on, the wedding turned nasty, and just as I came off stage near the end I saw out the window a bevy of suited male guests have a fight in the hotel carpark. Comedy and tragedy in one evening. You can't ask for more.

My thanks to everyone who came, all the brilliant acts, and also the very, very nice Sean and Andrea of Oliver Woo's Tailoring in Tunbridge Wells. They gave me a very, very nice suit to wear for Spafest, which looked ace and I am very grateful to them. Naturally, I have to go and have it dry cleaned because I sweated through the gigs like a pregnant nun, but I am very pleased with it. If you're in that area, and need custom made suits and shirts then get yourselves down there, oh yes. They cut 'em good (ignore my stupid face):