It was a dark and stormy night—or Tuesday as we call it here in Wivenhoe. We were meant to be catching the 6.57 bus that evening and for the previous 20 minutes it had been bucketing down, the rain accompanied by long rumbles of thunder.
We were off to see Rhys Nicholson, Aussie comedian we know from various panel shows, The Week and the new Australian Taskmaster series. It looked like we were going to arrive wet and uncomfortable, but the rain eased and, apart from a couple of startling lightening flashes—counting between the flash and the growls in the clouds showed that the storm was moving further away—we stood waiting for the bus in a light drizzle and stepped off the bus in Colchester where it was wet underfoot but no longer raining.
I mention "wet underfoot" because I'd discovered that the sole of my shoe had a worn patch, and the underside of my sock was starting to feel damp. Thankfully that was the worst of our soggy trip up to the Arts Centre and it was a shame the rain put off so many because Nicholson deserved more than the slim audience who braved the storm.
Nicholson packed more words into an hour and a half than any other comedian we've see; frenetic but precise, they deliver funny line after funny line about their life, their marriage, their attitude to having children, all of which veer off into sidetracks and wanders down alleyways at the drop of a hat with ADHD.
Fast and occasionally furious, sardonic and sometimes sarcastic, they had us in stitches.
Wednesday I went to visit the physio again about my shoulder tendon. After being prodded a couple of times and then doing some avant garde ballet ("lift up your arm like this... now bend it back like this... any pain? Now hold your arm like this...") the physio confirmed that it was a rotator cuff problem, which we knew; I discussed the exercises I had been doing for the past month which have had no positive effect, so I was told to keep doing them and if any of them hurt, stop doing that one. It'll take time.
Well, it's already been seven months, and I'm not sure if mixed messages like "Give your arm plenty of rest, but keep it moving and keep up the exercises" helps.
On a happier note, I've started designing the next book. Haven't got very far yet, and it's way too early to start showing things off yet, but I have a front cover and a title page and an opening spread. And hopefully, but the time you read this, I'll have a few more pages done.
The header teases a couple of cover illustrations by the remarkable H.W. Perl that I'll be using in the book.
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