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Saturday 11th January 2003

I had a fun tonight in Bracknell. Not a sentence you hear very often. But fun can happen in the most unlikely places.
The theatre was a bit over half full, which means I had approaching two hundred people in. I am very happy with that. It’s actually probably the biggest audience that I’ve done Talking Cock to in its entirety (mainly due to all the other venues I’ve played in not having that many seats). And unlike Elton and Posh, the people in Bracknell seemed to find me funny.
Before a show I usually ask the guys backstage for some background info on the town I’m in. You know, history, famous residents, any local knowledge that I might be able to adapt a joke around.
Unusually the Bracknell men were stumped on this and found it hard to think of anything. All they came up with was that the bass player from Lush came from there and that there were a lot of roundabouts (which I already knew having got lost on the way to the venue). And I think they said that there was quite a lot of gun crime. Not much chance of penis-related humour there (although I did learn this week that glans is Latin for bullet, which makes sense when you think about it).
Surely Bracknell must be famous for something. E mail me if you can think of anything, so that I am suitably equipped if they ever have me back there.