8:27pm Sunday. Nunhead. Last night proved the Power of Worry. Yesterday I wrote in this blog that I was fun afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold the audience at the Bearcat Comedy Club in St. Margarets for my allotted 20 minutes and that I would create even more ill-will by proving to Grahame and James I wasn’t worth my gig wholesale mlb jerseys fee.  My last gig at Huge the Bearcat was so bad – I froze on stage at the onslaught of a heckler – I guess it seemed like an onslaught – it was maybe one of the 3 or 4 hundred lowest points in my comedy career. That was nine or ten years ago. [Other low points: Big gig in tent at Battersea. Late n Live when punter tried to come on stage.]

Here is the amazing Power of Worry:

When I American got to St. Margarets, which is on the Western Edge of London, Grahame said I was only doing five or six minutes and that I wouldn’t be paid! He had booked me for only an unpaid open spot! I know, you are thinking: “Shouldn’t they know that you are Lewis Schaffer?” Obviously, Lewis Schaffer is not famous in St. Margarets on the Thames.  I was initially angry at Grahame at not having been told it was an unpaid open spot and then I was angry at myself for not asking what the dosh was (“dosh” – an English word used to avoid talking about money directly). Then I was relieved because I needed to do only five minutes and I could be rubbish cause I wasn’t being paid. Do you see how worry can change the world?

I was happy with my gig.  One old guy did walk out in front of the stage and gave me and the audience of 150 a big, theatrical yawn. I can make people walk out in seconds but I climbed on top of a table and shouted at the guy “Do you think you hurt me cheap jerseys free shipping by leaving? My wife left me and took my kids!” He got no followers and the audience groaned when I said I was only doing a short spot. Afterwards, James said he’d have me back to do a “ten minute paid” and I retorted that I would only do “paid 20s” or come back when I am famous. It was a dicky thng to say but I was still ticked off at having to go all the way out there on a Saturday night for no money. It was an improvement to what I have done in similar situations.  I have taken out my anger at the audience for the perceived sins of the booker. I didn’t do hit that this time and that is a victory.

Greenwich comic (southeast London Greenwich) Julian Deane [very, very strong jokes] gave me a ride home from the gig and we stopped and had lamb kebabs in at Hisar’s in East Dulwich. Delicious. Real food and sitting down, too. It was Sweet, lovely until the youngish middle class drunken birthday partiers came in and made it impossible for Julian and I to hear each other. [Those 20 somethings are going to remember this wholesale jerseys time of bleak economic night – a time when they couldn’t afford to marry, have kids, buy a house or a car but were able to drink massively and mess around – as the happiest days of their lives.]  The kebab was so good we ordered an extra one and split it.

Julian is a true comic – constantly asking if I thought his set tonight went “OK”. He must have asked me ten or 15 times and he reminded me of me!  He didn’t feel like it went well because hadnt been worried about doing it.  “Ah”, I thought, “He, too, believes in the Power of Worry!” Lovely guy, Julian.


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