I did it. My first ever open mic comedy slot. I wasn’t brilliant, but I wasn’t awful either. A few people laughed, which was kind of them. The audience was mostly in their 20s to 30s so the middle-class Aga saga jokes fell about as flat as my declaration that ‘Old people have sex.’
Still, I would class it as a triumph. I would never have dreamed in a million years that I’d stand on stage, in front of an audience of youngsters and attempt to deliver five whole minutes of comedy material that I’d penned myself. Go me!
I was the biggest novice in the building. Most acts had tried several open mics before. ‘The good news is,” said my husband. “You didn’t stand out.”
I am not sure that is good news in the world of comedy, but when you are married to somebody on the spectrum, you get the truth with no frills.
Anyway, it was fun. We were in a small brewery with hipsters and nice beer somewhere in the depths of South London. It was quite an experience. Will I do it again? I’m not sure. My husband filmed my performance and when I watched it back, I could see where improvements could be made.
I might just have another go, to see if I can do it better. Why not? What have I got to lose? My dignity left town years ago.
I am brave!