Hubby 31 May 2009
Well, I did my tour of duty to the Cat Laughs Comedy Festival, as you all know, and I have more or less survived tot ell that tale – the 36 hours I spent there enjoying myself not wisely but entirely too well nearly killed me so it’s a relief to be back in Soho and ‘looking forward’ to getting up at 5.30 am tomorrow to begin my last week on Jam and Jerusalem. The Husband set up the festival 15 years ago and is still all over it like a cheap frock. He is a shadowy figure visiting the venues during gigs, checking all is well, and one year famously went about on a bicycle which, for some reason everyone found hilarious (I think he looked incongruous on the contraption, perhaps that was it). I did actually see him for all of, oooh, twenty minutes or so (in the company of some members of his family and friends) and I noticed him creep out of the bed this morning early and I suspect he had spent a few hours sleeping there by my side. That was it, though. Not complaining at all, just grinning to think how odd that must seem to people who see their spouse every day of their lives.
Shocking news relayed by my sister in law, Curly – the annual Comics’ football match between The Rest of the World and Ireland was won by The Rest of the World, and believe me that’s a blow…pride MUST be regained next year…
