Okay, so I’m officially losing my mind. Andrea said this would happen. Once you start thinking in terms of “What’s funny about this? Is this a good seed for a routine?” everything becomes a potential stand-up gag. The cat’s antics, my sweaty chest, Facebook, the dishwasher, knitting, laundry – it’s driving me nuts. And that bloody notebook follows me everywhere – I’m walking down the street and I have to pull it out and write something down. In the middle of conversations I’m scribbling away like a maniac. Not only do I think I’m going barking mad – everyone else does too.
And I’m starting a new temp job today – which will only add to the volume of material. People working in offices is an endless source of amusement to me. The grade-school behaviour, institutionalized fear of stepping outside the 9 to 5 and unfathomable office politics. Thank God it’s only part-time. Just enough to keep the home fires burning without driving me to drink.
My dream, of course, is to have enough performing gigs to make all of the temp work go away – stand-up, maybe some improv, voice work. It’s a beautiful dream and I want to be living it. Guess I’d better keep on scribbling in my damned notebook.
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I am a British-born actress and stand-up comic who does lots of voice work (for commercials, cartoons and corporate clients) and sometimes, when I'm very lucky, tv and film. When I was in England I did mostly theatre. Now I'm in Canada I spend the majority of the time writing and performing stand-up. When I'm not making episodes of Talking Bollocks, that is. And that's me for you.