I'm absolutely shattered, but hopefully typing this blog will wake me up....ZZZZzzzzzzz.

Frankie Boyle was in the news again this week for all the wrong reasons. Frankie is a top comic, but personally I was very disappointed. Making jokes about the physical characteristics of children with Downs Syndrome is wrong. It's cruel playground humour.

Over the past few months we've seen news reports about people with special needs, being persecuted and bullied by scum on their estates to the point that its resulted in tragic circumstances.

I find it amusing how they like to label it anti-social behaviour. I'm sorry, but anti-social behaviour is things like breaking wind in a restaurant not throwing bricks at people's houses.

Most kids these days are being brought up to know that making fun out of people with disabilities is wrong. Frankie's material just seems to undermine what we are teaching our children a bit.

Anyway, Stephen Hawking, Heather McCartney & Stevie Wonder were all sat in a bar....hehe.

Thursday night, I was opening the night at Liverpool's Rawhide. With Liverpool playing Benfica, it was a little quieter than usual but still a lot of fun.

I had to go straight after I'd finished as I was closing a little gig in Manchester. Which couldn't be anymore different to the 1st gig as it only had 11 people in. That included a family of four with their two sons. One aged 13, the other 16.

I didn't know I was walking into this, and it felt demoralising. I've done this gig once before and it was packed.

Still, I made the best I could of it and made sure to keep my material clean as there was no point making the family of four, or another way of looking at it 'nearly half the room', feel uncomfortable.

They did find it amusing though when I explained to the 13 year old lad what dogging was. 'Its were a group of people take their dogs to a big car park & race them'.

Friday night was Bournemouth to a packed out audience. That's more like it. I was the most Southern act on the bill as Gavin Webster is a Geordie & the lovely Brian Higgins is a Glaswegian.

There was a strange moment for me, when I was talking to two people who'd been a couple for five years and had two children together.

I was digging for information when the bloke shouts 'Yeah, and she's still married to someone else'. She had her head in her hands and for once, I decided it was probably best if I didn't exploit this 'Jerry Springer' situation.

Every time I stay away for the night, I always promise myself that I'm going to take advantage of the fact that my kids are not going to burst into my room and jump on the bed.

A fruitful 10 hour sleep was just what I needed, but I was kicking myself as I staggered back to my hotel at 3am, drunk and craving a kebab.

Saturday night I was back in London, in Clapham. With Adam Bloom, Ian Stone and Lee Nelson. It was another awesome line up to be on, with another packed audience. And the memories of performing to 11 people on the Thursday were drifted away.

Sunday afternoon, I was painting the decking, whilst listening to a bit of Barry White and soaking up the sun, when I received a text asking if I could perform in Skegness that night. The money was good but for once, it felt nice just saying no for a change. And I wasn't reminded once that night about how I could have been out, earning money...not once...hhhmmm.

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