This week, I turned 30. People tell you different things about being/turning 30. Some people dread it and have full on anxiety over. Others say it's the making of you. I don't feel any different. I feel happy - 30 or not. It's just one more day. Every January gives me more anxiety.
Comedy is a weird one. One minute you're performing to 12 people (8 of whom are comedians) in a room above a pub in Leicester Square with no microphone, no stage lights and a potted plant as a set piece and five years and a lot of miles later you can sell out your own show at The Lowry. Then, if you get super lucky, you get to do some TV.
I AM NOT A HANDBAG. Oh wait, you have no idea what I'm speaking about just yet. I have been doing A LOT of gigs all over
As a comedian, I essentially come out every single night and there is part of me that feels completely and utterly liberated by this and by the fact that I am getting laughs and applause for being me. Let me take you to the beginning of the story...
Although I am reliably told it is a 'classic', before I saw the new West End revival, the only things I knew about Sweeney Todd were the two words 'Sweeney' and 'Todd'. I was the proverbial blank canvas going into the performance - I didn't know what to expect, what the story was, what the music was like: nothing.
I hope people can give it time, and allow Amy Winehouse to be judged on more honest terms. She deserves to be remembered as a great talent. But it could be too late for any honest judgement.