#8a Whoopsie
I forgot to put those live event details didn’t I? This is what happens when you increase your email frequency several thousand-fold
Apologies. I had threatened you with some live events and then sent the email without delivering on my abominable promise. I have long had a rule, I steadfastly refuse to proofread. I will not allow the hegemony and fascist ideology of grammatical bores the satisfaction of making me read my own writing. I do not want to do it, I have not done it, I will not do it. No one should read my writing, least of all me. But. This high risk, low yield strategy can result in cock ups like the aforementioned, so allow me to beg your pardon and, finally, to terrorise you with appearance in the 3D world.
An Evening of Unnecessary Detail is always an absolutely fantastic event, which I have loved every time I’ve done it. This is my first one at a very special venue, the Royal Institution in London, a hallowed ground for all fans of science. Come see some nerds on 28th April (also available as a livestream). I have no idea what my set is going to be about yet.
I’ll be doing 45 minutes with a working title of ‘Why is getting good medical information so hard?’ at the Electromagnetic Field Festival 30th May - 2nd June, which I’ve not been to before but comes highly recommended by a bunch of friends.
Bizarrely, the European Society of Cardiology has hired me to do some stand up comedy at the annual Congress, which I believe is the biggest medical conference in the world. It’s usually held in some lovely European capital city, Amsterdam, Barcelona…so where is it happening the one year my expenses are paid? Five fricking minutes from my old flat in east fricking London. If you’re in the cardiobiz, watch me bomb in front of all my profession’s key opinion leaders.
And finally, after being lulled into a false sense of security by an anomalous selling-out of a venue in Belfast last year for my first solo show, I have gone mad with self-important middle-aged mediocre male comedian energy and decided to organise a comedy special towards the end of the year. Because what do self-important middle-aged mediocre male comedians get? Big budget Netflix Specials, that’s what. Fair warning, I am not going to refer to it as a ‘speaking event’ or a ‘show’, I am going balls-to-the-wall and calling it a comedy special. You might point out the ‘big budget’ and ‘Netflix’ parts are missing, but you’re being annoying. If all those unfunny chumps can get big budget comedy specials, why can’t I, three-time winner of Essex’s Most Unfunny Chump contest, get in on the action? I have been researching venues, and – stone the crows – it turns out hiring an entertainment venue in London is quite expensive. So if you own a nice little comedy venue and you aren’t that fond of money, let me know!
More details to follow. Hopefully all in one email rather than two in a single night.