Tennising It Up.

I am so unbelievably tired that I don't know wether i'm coming or going... and it's only Tuesday.

I went to Wimbledon on Saturday and got to see some wonderful matches from "Murray's Mount". Ivonovic vs Stoser, V. Williams vs Suarez Navarro, Roddick vs Melzer and Murray Troicki. Roddick's match lasted so long that I only got to see Murray win the first set before heading off to Camille O'Sullivan: The Cat's Meow.

I love the Udderbelly on the Southbank, it just has such a lovely atmosphere. A hot day which meant it was rather warm inside the purple cow, but it was a very awesome show indeed. Camille is brilliant; her quirkiness and eccentricity is such a joy to watch. Ida Barr, Simple Kid, Break Dancers and a Beat Boxer provided some great variety.

On Sunday afternoon I headed to N16 (an interesting part of London) to see The Factory's performance of The Seagull. I am so glad I had a friend to hold my hand as I was quite intimidated upon entering. It was just virtually a room with props and a few chairs and cushions. I had no idea where the stage was, and as it turned out is was anywhere and everywhere. The whole play was improvised around the plot and set in modern times. I felt so many emotions and the many dimensions will have me thinking for weeks.

After the play a friend and I headed into Soho and had nibbles and drinks in a Lebanese restaurant and talked for hours. Bliss. We saw Jerry Springer walking down the road; he has a very punchable back of the neck (as Robin Ince would say).

Monday was A Night Of 400 Billion Stars at the Bloomsbury Theatre and featured a great line-up. All my favourites where on top form (Josie Long, Chris Addison, Martin White, Gavin Osborn and Simon Singh), I also thought AL Kennedy and Marcus Chown were super. Robin Ince was on fire last night; I think he should work with lack of sleep and cider more often.

New Humanist Review

Evening Standard Review

A thought.

I can't please everybody.

Face Hurt.

It's been such a busy week and now i'm buggered.

On Monday I went to my first sceptics in the pub. I was so nervous about going but was fine once I got there and located friends. We heard from Professor Bruce Hood who spoke mostly about the supernatural.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I went to 'Fat Tuesday' in Islington to ckeck out Edinburgh previews from Pete Firman, Richard Herring, Tiffany Stevenson and Andrew Maxwell.

Andrew Maxwell had me laughing so much that I had face ache.

I bought a new hat and top to wear to Wimbledon. The hat is made of awesome and I bought the top to match the hat. You'll be surpirised to hear that they're not black.

A thought.

I tried to think about which duvet cover I had on my bed today and I didn't know. I've been galavanting too much.

Tired. Happy. Tired-Happy.

Phwoar what a weekend. I'm so incredibly exhausted that i'm going to make this short and sweet.

On Friday night I headed on down to the Southbank to watch Fullmooners from the inside of a giant, purple, upside-down cow. Andrew Maxwell, Sir Tim and Lady Carol were as wonderful as ever, but the silly Westminster licensing laws meant that the bar had to close at 12am (way too soon) and the show had to finish at 1.30am (way, way too soon).

Saturday I went to a charity gig called More Bums On Seats at Hackney Empire. It had an awesome line up including Jarred Christmas, Simon Amstell, Richard Herring, Stewart Lee, Josie Long and Brenden Burns. Mr Amstell and Ms Long were the stand outs for me.

From Hackney Empire we caught a cab to Stories For A Starlit Sky in Regents Park. Daniel Kitson and Gavin Osborn managed to take my breath away with their combined brilliance.

This afternoon I saw 6 Day Riot busk in Spitalfields Market to raise money for cancer research. Pure bliss.

There is a lady with pink hair that I keep seeing at gigs. There was a sighting at Fullmooners and another at Stories For A Starlit Sky. Stay tuned for updates.

A thought.

Manners, manners, manners.

Rhod Gilbert and the Award Winning Mince Pie.

Last night I went to the DVD filming of Rhod Gilbert and the Award Winning Mince Pie at The Bloomsbury. I loved the show just as much as I love that theatre.

His material about the lack of spunk he disburses when wanking is hurty-tummy funny. "It's just a waste of a tissue really, I should just let it dry and re-use it. I only need to use the corner and dab the end, it's like getting sleep out of your cats eye."

A thought.

I fear confrontation. Even the thought of confrontation makes me panic.

Preview.

I went to an Edinburgh preview in Islington last night; Pippa Evans and Russell Kane.

Mr Kane's material was brilliant, he just needs to work on his flow. I had gone along last night to see Pippa, but I was a little bit disappointed with her set. I said thank you to her on the way out and the look on her face suggested she was disappointed too.

A thought.

The level of tiredness I have reached means that I can not think. Therefore, I can not have a thought.

Freeze!

Tonight I went to The Invisible Dot office to catch Tom Basden and Tim Key in Freeze!

Mr Key was on top form tonight, the best performance I have seen him give. He used the word 'lolopped' and it has become my favourite verb (used to describe the way Mr Tall moves).

Mr Basden was still battered from his trip to Centre Parcs, but that didn't affect his voice. He showcased some news songs and they were as wonderful and silly as ever. My favourite went something along the lines of "Gorrilas in the mist. Gorillas in the mist. Gorrilas in the mist. Gorillas in the mist. Gorrilas in the mist. Gorillas in the mist. Gorillas in the mist. Gorillas in the mist. Oh, I thought you were all Gorillas." His character he plays for Freeze! has changed a lot since the first time I saw it; a little less submissive and more childlike in demeanor.

A thought.

I care what people think of me, but I don't care what people think of me.

These are a few of my favourite things.

There are so many things that are making me happy at the moment and i'd like to share them with you.

Tom Basden. He sings funny songs.

Tim Key. He writes and recites funny poems.

Tim Key is 30 (thirty)
He wrote a book.
He campaigns against Princess Diana's death.
He was born in Rostock in 1942/3.
He can speak Russian as a foreign language.
He runs (his P.B is 14 minutes 35 seconds).
He lives in London and has no kids/pets/self-respect.

Junior Ministers. They write and perform satirical songs.

6 Day Riot. A quirky little folk band.

Pippa Evans. She does character comedy.

Gavin Osborn. Musician.

Amanda Palmer. She's just made of awesome.

A thought.

I am floating somewhere above the clouds and I don't want to come down.