The trouble with the morning upheavals is that we encounter multiple transactions with personnel from various outposts of the service industry, who if less than adequate at their profession, sculpt Daniel's temperament into that of a cantankerous old man with children on his lawn.
Having failed with base level communication I engaged Daniel with more meaningful discussion about our respective childhoods, this topic seemed to be of interest to Daniel, I suspect this is because it gave him an opportunity to talk about himself, something he highly enjoys doing regardless of tense.
Something is not quite right in the comedy clubs of the UK - increasingly I've had punters, who wanted to hear what I had to say, apologise to me on behalf of their fellow audience members because a stag do didn't know when to shut up or a drunk woman in the front row thought it was her place to insert herself into everything I was saying...
How is it that I find myself in this situation I hear you ask? Well my ever faithful readers I am on tour again. I have been on tour with my one-man show, Confessions of a Grindr Addict, for the better part of six months. Sounds like an exciting and adventurous life right? Well it can be, honestly, but there are some days, every so often, that you wonder why you do it.