I feel very strange. I'm in NZ at the moment, running Savage like a hot knife through the New Zealand Comedy Festival. It feels like travelling back in time.
I mean, New Zealand itself feels like a time or dimension warp, sort of back in time to Australia 15 years ago, but maybe more progressive politically... Everyone's very friendly and everything's very beautiful. I landed on Sunday and everything was closed. No late night teas for this girl.
But it also feels like time travel because exactly a year ago, I was doing Savage at the Sydney Comedy Festival. And because I'm new to this market, my Tuesday and Wednesday audiences have taken a step back in size as well. Which is not a problem, per se; I quite like small rooms (though of course, you can't pay for airfares with them) and I'm getting really quick word of mouth, with numbers accumulating in time for the weekends (at least in Auckland. Wellington is this week), but it feels like a time warp, in many ways.
I fear that going to London (next week! Holy crabsticks!) will be more of a step back, into the land of open mics and having to prove and reprove myself. Maybe this is something I secretly like doing, given I seem to put myself in the way of it relatively often. Who knows?
I feel like what I want is to do well and have people like what i do and get enough money to keep doing what I do. I hope that's what happens in the UK. I'd like to step in at something close to my current Aus level and just keep doing the work.
Podcasts this week with Eddy Deves, who is an NZ lad and really interesting talker. Do listen in and tell me what you think the sculpture looks like.