Saturday Night Ramblings

Today I fell off a horse. A big horse. It hurt.

Now, as I sit here trying to numb the pain with Coniston Bluebird Bitter, I'm wondering what the hell I am thinking of - at my age - taking up horse riding. The same thing might be said for stand-up comedy.

Both offer the prospect of lasting damage (one physical, the other psychological) and both present regular opportunties to make a total tit of myself in front of a crowd of people.

OK so let's be honest, there are two reasons why do comedy (I why I fall off horses every Saturday).

1. My shameless need for attention means that every opportunity to make a tit of myself seems to carry a strange appeal.

2. Failure just makes me more determined. If I fall off a horse, I want to get back on (with difficulty - but I get back on). If an audience don't like me, I want to come back and make them like me.

The weird thing is that these characteristics get stronger as I get older. The more flabby, stiff and decrepit I become, the more defiant I become. And why not? I am, after all, Invincible.

Or maybe that's just the Coniston Bluebird Bitter talking.

love

Sam x

Sam Brady Stand-up Comedian