A gig in Islington. As I arrive, things are starting to get nasty. The room is full to capacity, and there are people arguing with the compere, making their case for why they should be allowed in (they've been queuing for hours, their friends are already in, other people pushed in front of them). There's a tense edge. Not the most conducive atmosphere for comedy.
Happily, I'm wrong. As often happens when a gig is ill-starred. There are laughs in the all the right places. Even the impassive man in the front row (there's always one) eventually cracks.
Good to walk away at the end of the night, knowing that you did a proper job.
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