Nottingham & Brecon

Day 20 – Nottingham
On the last tour The Lakeside venue in Nottingham was sold out, and a high point at the end of the run. This time it’s full too. The venue manager is proper hardcore Star Wars, and has displayed half of his collection in a big glass cabinet in the foyer. The tech’s and staff are all incredibly nice people and the show is good, but one or two people have seen me before and remember some of my stuff, even though around half of it is new. It’s a barbed compliment. Sleep.

Day 21 – Brecon
If Nottingham was a high point of the last tour, then Brecon was not. The town is very picturesque, the roads are too narrow for a Citroen Xsara, and the hotel offers no parking so I’m amazed they get guests considering the remoteness of the place. In September the theatre here was the smallest audience and a very odd mix with it.
As we rock up outside the theatre a load of old folks are getting off a canal boat and onto a coach decorated with images of watches and the slogan – “Mark this moment in time”. This is where people come to visit before they die. There is a rider for the show, this is a first, and it’s the rider from the notes of the original tour Charlie did several years back, they still have it. I eat strawberries and a child makes me a cup of tea and brings it to my dressing room. I am showbusiness. I am tired showbusiness.
Five minutes into the gig and a geordie wearing an NFC soccer shirt in the front has a pop at me at the mention of the word Sunderland. I smell apparently, as do all people who hail from my wearside town. He should know, as he explains he courted one for several years, which I point out has probably skewed his view, and he then admits he has only ever know three people from Sunderland. Danny Pensive presents the maths to the audience and is full of win. The bloke is then lovely both he and his kid get well into the show. It’s a lot better than I expected. The bar at the guest house serves Thatchers Gold cider. Hurra…zzzzzz.