the evening almanac

An evening walk reviewing the day, that mostly involved cheese. Also gig chat. Essentially.

Did a gig. Listened to a podcast. Tried on shoes. Had salad. Bascially.

If you disagree with anything the government of the US or UK says, you're a mad conspiracy theorist. Basically.

A bit about a gig, a bit about comedy in general, and something about your mother. Sorry. Basically.

Publishing this a day late because ADHD yeah? Maybe, I dunno. A bit about a gig and some stuff about haircuts. Mostly.

A walk in the woods talking about squeezing middles. Or something. I can't remember. Maybe I'll listen back to it with you. Come round your house, force us to sit in silence as it plays. Stare at the side of your face the whole time. Get angry when you don't react appropriately to what I'm saying. That sort of normal behaviour. 800 episodes and for what? Eh? For what? Basically.

Discussing the psychology of public failure. Like I'm clever or something. Basically.

I got cut out of some promo footage - of course - and then I talk about a Jerry Seinfeld documentary. Look, I've give the whole thing away. No point in listening, now. Basically.

Did a gig to lots of children. And parents. In Ealing. Mostly.

Today the weather is hotter than your mum in the 90s. I talk about that (the weather not your mum), going out and getting angry on stage. Essentially.

Had a gig. I talk about it. Oh yeah baby. Er, basically.

Stop middling it. This phrase will make more sense when you listen to this episode. Basically.

A rare video episode about upcoming gigs and buying a leather jacket. Essentially.

Totally shattered mate. So I moan about it. Mind going ten to the dozen. Have no idea what that means. It's my podcast and I'll cry if I want to. But I don't cry. Cos I'm well hard. Basically.

Achat about financial safety nets and how they're basically needed but also a limiter. Essentially.

I don't want to be invited to your stupid boring parties anyway. Mostly.

Starting with a rant just to get warmed up the main part of this episode is talking about how women can't make gun noises. What are they doing with their lives? Essentially.

A gig update in a lovely town, a podcast recommendation and rememering early 90s TV comedy. Basically.

A "hilarious" time a at a working men's club (or something, who cares its was a dump) doing a gig to potato-headed men. Basically.

Look. A rebrand! Also some gig updates and a bit about wanting to be touched like some sort of needy creep. Or just a human, yeah? Mostly.

We talk history (kinda), motivation (kinda) and a joke (kinda) about socks. Basically.

A classic dog walk pod, but I saw a swan. Also some stuff about fashion. Essentially.

A rant about friend's being "too tired" and some praise about British culutre. Oi oi. Basically.

Gig update then some music nostalgia. Mostly.

A bit about comedy and then a whole lot of me talking about space that I know absolutely nothing about. Essentially.

I saw a sign so I talk about it. Basically.

Some personal news. This is the only thing I know how to do. Basically.

A lovely walk through the woods on a sunny spring day, so where better to complain about comedy? Exactly.

Another long hiatus because I'm lazy and awful at admin. Don't blame me, blame, actually it's me isn't it? Yep. Basically.

Back late from a mediocre gig - I was mediocre, not the gig - and just thinking out, yeah? Basically.

A tough love session last night with a well-seasoned London promoter. Essentially.

After a small hiatus because I'm disorganised, the podcast is back. We talk gigs, we talk, er, sub-cultures, we talk, actually that might be it. Basically.

Gig updates and celebrity defence. And attack. Essentially.

Gig rundown, bad back rundown, other rundowns. Mostly.

Gig recap and some nonsense about celebrities because I've lowered the bar even further. Basically.

A quick chat about 90's pr0n. Essentially.

More about ghosts. More about gigs. More about existentialism. Not in that order. Basically.

Quick update about a gig and then a ghost story. Bascially.

A podcast in three parts. Moans. Blame. And a quack doctor. Essentially.

Nearly quit comedy this week after an absolutely horrendous gig. Don't pretend you don't want to know about it. But for reasons I cannot explain, I haven't quit comedy. And I'm OK about it. For the moment. Essentially.

You won't believe this but I have a little moan like an ungrateful piece of sh*t. Realising I'm very ADHD and perhaps that's why I have to do podcasts and comedy. It's not a talent, or a skill, or a gift. It's a mental disorder. Basically.

I tried to do a video episode again. I don't think it works. But talking about gigs, feedback and confidence. Also double cameras. Bascially.

Had a large Chinese meal and I'm intoxicated with MSG and ice cream. Essentially.

A dog walk podcast all about how to get to the next level. Or actually, how I have no clue how to do that. Mostly.

Gig news and confidence chat. Basically.

I just turned on the mic and spoke into it. Can't believe no one can stop you podcasting. Mostly.

I had a sip of alcohol and now I'm the big man. Essentially.

A ranty one about smoking, mistakes and the freedom to screw up, yeah? Basically.

I had a great Dostoevsky quote but I couldn't find it. Essentially.

A rant about creativity, art and pragmatism. Basically.

did the Blackout. Failed the Blackout. But did some other gigs and everything is fine. It's all fine. No really.