Back on the fish counter and this week its sprats on offer at £1.99 a kilo. At that price, its hard to keep up with the demand. Sprats are baby sardines and are a meatier whitebait.

I managed to bag a last minute spot at downstairs at the kings head last night, so I decided to try and practice a new opening that ive only done twice before. Im really please with the response its getting. When I did it at comedy cafe, one audience member said that it had him pissing himself, and last night one guy said that it was the highlight of the evening. I may have something. After the gig I was on the victoria to brighton train where I was to alight at East Croydon.   Walking down the carriage were the Brighton based comics Robin Buckland and Sean Walsh. I thought to myself 'they must be going home to Brighton from a gig in London'.  I bet my thought was correct.  But this made me think of comedy in Brighton. Nick Helm had told me on sunday that I should gig in Brighton as he has had his best gigs there. Im curious as to what Brighton comedy, its comedians and its scene is like.  My experience of London is that it seems to be broken up into cliques.  I was going to describe these clique in more detail, but James Acaster advised me not to. He said he worried for my mental health, and posting such a blog would destroy me.  James seems to be very insecure about his act, and when I joke about with him, he gets very defensive. Id like to think this is because he respects my own act and thus respects my opinion. However, I think it is more likely that its his need to be loved by everyone (which he is). 

Mark Cornell was the latest person to admit to being a fan of this blog. Im getting more and more people admitting to being avid readers, and im glad people are enjoying my musings. I set it up to help me with my own writing. The fact that anyone bothers to read it and gets some sort of worth from it is lovely.  Who else reads this? Who are you? I wonder who you are. I feel you hold power over me. You read my musings under a darkened cloak.