Broccoli

My life seems to be repeating itself over and over again, in an effort to remind me of all the good things that have passed, and reiterate all the miserable things that persist. I've seen a string of Edinburgh preview shows this year, featuring the same people I saw last year. Each show was new of course, some were an improvement, some were not, but all of them made it feel like last year all over again.

And within that, the monthly cycles keep repeating themselves. Every time I look up at the sky, it seems to be a full moon, and I am wandering out of a gig. Or I'm back at a gig which it feels like I did only very recently. Much like last night, when I returned to the Bristol Student Union, performing for people I have seen before.

Got them quickly, soon lost them, but got them back again. I did a routine I only ever seem to do in front of students, or at least, only seems to work in front of them. Three sticks of broccoli on a table threw me slightly. Did quite a bit of chit chat ad libbing too, which is always fun, but left feeling slightly bored.

The same thing happened when I left Batman Begins.