The Best of British Variety shows are now drawing to a close with only two more to do. One tonight in Huddersfield and one in Buxton. For the audiences who came it has been a wonderful night out and we have only had one complaint! That came from a man in training to be a priest who thought some of the material was a bit bawdy. Sorry mate. You lot have completely blown your cover and very few people are taking any notice of your opinions especially with regard to anything to do with sexuality.
The truth is that the audiences have been wrapped in a warm glow as Dana sang her songs and they have laughed and clapped along at Syd Little, The Grumbleweeds, The Krankies and me. I have said it before and I'll say it again... there's nothing so enjoyable as watching long time professionals on a stage doing what they do so well.
Most afternoons after we have travelled to the next town Ola Jordan has turned up and put me through my paces for Strictly Come Dancing. So far, as I have never danced before, she has been making me do the opening dance over and over and over and over again. Believe me, I need that kind of discipline. I have just realised that we only have four days training left before the show goes live. Today Ola says she is going to start on the next dance.
I am surprised at myself in that the only ache I have is from a stiff neck caused by an air conditioning unit that we couldn't switch off in Rhyl Pavilion's dressing room. I thought I would have muscles yelling at me to give in but so far so good.
Ah, the hair is dry so it looks like we are going off for brunch (should that be bruncheon?) before the dancing begins....