Firstly, due to our recent holiday, I hadn’t gigged for what seemed an eternity, but was in reality over a month.
Secondly, confidence gained from previous gig, quickly evaporates the longer it is between gigs. You feel like you’ve forgotten your set, although you really just have to refresh it in your head.
Finally, I’d heard horror stories about The Ivory as a venue. Two of my fellow comedy students had got a gig at The Ivory the week after our course finished. It just happened to coincide with an Old Firm game. The crowd was drunk. The crowd was rowdy. The crowd was sectarian. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience for the girls.
With all this in mind, I didn’t have very high expectations.
It turns out my fears were unfounded. It turns out, even up to today (as I write in July retrospectively), it was my most enjoyable and one of my most successful gigs. My shit went down a storm and I had a ball.
This is the gig where I first met Les Sinclair and Graham Mackie. Delightfully funny, jolly and very warm individuals.
It was also my first encounter with the insane Reverend Obadiah Steppenwolf 111. A very funny, if not a touch inebriated