Awards in Store

A fine week, job-wise. On Monday I headlined the Comedy Store - a first. Alright it was a charity benefit gig who had hired the night from the Store, but still, it was the Store, it was full, it was laughter-filled, and it was great fun. It was for bowel cancer (an odd way to get paid - be-dum-ching). I found that by adapting my medical jokes to mention the word 'bowel' occasionally, I got impromptu rounds of applause which was nice. Must bear that in mind for future benefit gigs...

And tonight - Wednesday - I go to the British Comedy Awards to cheer on Not Going Out for Best New Sitcom. As you'll know, it's not being screened this year due to idiocy, but it was being filmed, so it might be shown at a later date (though most likely the tape will be stored in a cupboard or used as a doorstop). I've just fetched my tux from my parents' house, and bless my mum and her patience, resewing buttons at midnight because I've fatted up a bit since I last wore it.

So it promises to be quite a day of schmoozing. It kicks off at 1pm with the BBC Radio Entertainment Christmas Party, then drinks at the Oxo Tower at 6:30pm with the nominated Avalon shows (Not Going Out, Harry Hill's TV Burp, Al Murray), then off to the comedy awards at 9ish, then mingling till the early hours. Not too late for me, as I'm off on my hols at 7am Thursday morning, so my patient girlfriend is hoping/praying that I'm not going to come in too pissed. I hate to disappoint.

Anyways, wish us luck. In theory I'll post any gossip and happenings here when I'm back from the awards, but in practice I'm looking at about 4 hours sleep that night maximum, so that may have to wait till I return from my travels to Holland. By which time you'll have heard who won anyway. My prediction is Gavin & Stacey winning lots of things.