So the exciting news of the day was that ITV have brought the broadcast date of "You Can Choose Your Friends" forwards to Monday 30th April at 9pm on ITV1. Stick the date in your diary and remember to set your video or more futuristic recording equipment, especially if you live in Northampton, because of course then you will be watching me live on stage when the show is on.
I am delighted that it will be on telly sooner and it's also good as we were originally scheduled against the eviction night of Big Brother.
It was Press Night tonight at the Arts Theatre, which meant there some reviewers in. It went fine, but it wasn't quite as good and effortless as last night and I felt I had to battle a little and was slightly aggressive. It was still a good enough show, with a good size audience, but I was slightly disappointed with the performance. The people I talked to afterwards seemed to like it though and there was lots of stuff to be pleased about. The two old people on the bonfire characters are going from strength to strength. I really have no idea what they are going to say and they do seem intent on destroying my career. As they are both characters performed by me, they use their access to my brain to reveal unpleasant secrets about me and thoughts I might have. Tonight they spoke of my disdain for all journalists, though the more cautious character was slightly wary of doing this, as it would make the PR people very unhappy. The other character argued that it wouldn't matter as it would be Richard Herring who copped it, not them. The other slightly more reasoned burning oldster did point out that they would be taken down as well if I failed as a comedian and then started to question their sanity "Are we mad?" he asked, through my mouth as I looked off to stage right.
"I think the use of the word "we" there strongly suggests it" said the other one, speaking through my mouth as I looked stage left.
It is fun and this section of the show is getting longer and stranger at every turn.
I got drunk with some of the YCCYF cast and crew who had shown up tonight and then saw David Mitchell in the bar (he had been watching a different show) and gleefully told him of mine and Stew's pastiche of his Mac advert. He took it well, given that I was somewhat blathering and rude. I told him that it had gone very well and he didn't seem to be too offended, perhaps comforted by the huge stashes of cash that he no doubt had about his person and filling his home, awaiting his return. Then into the night to get drunk with my "brother" Robert Daws and the director Delyth, all hoping that the rescheduling of the broadcast was a positive sign for the possible commissioning of a series.
