Rehearsals for a live broadcast at short notice reduce us to silence then swearing. This does not bode well
Rehearsals for a live broadcast at short notice reduce us to silence then swearing. This does not bode well
On Wednesday afternoon I receive a text that seems to suggest the band I’m in has been invited to play live on national radio. Twenty minutes later, the guitarist rings me.
“Did you get my text?” he says.
“I’m still staring at it,” I say. “Saturday as in this Saturday?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Are you up for it?”
None of the audience are laughing at my jokes. Until …
For the final flourish on our latest record, we’ve wheeled in a harmonium. If only I knew how to play it …
Writing anecdotes that no one finds funny is not as easy as you may think
The gig is at a literary festival, which makes me anxious. I’m never at ease among people who don’t suffer fools gladly
On tour with the band there were no snapping tortoises, no dog kerfuffles and certainly no peeping scaffolders
The online banker sounds concerned, as if he’s trying to keep me on the line until the ambulance arrives
