Hello everybody not out on a Friday, like me!
There’s some bits missing at the end- I didn’t bother saving what I’d written but I do think I said, “Don’t forget to thank your psychiatrist, just don’t do it a week later standing outside his house”. OOH MATRON, MY SIDES! Then I was carried off by burly, naked men to the rousing strains of, “We Are the Champions”.
That’s me there- and yes! I am chubby and yes! I am very short, with a whited out face for CONFIDENTIALITY purposes (or by malevolently glaring lighting, or benevolent glaring lighting, depending on your perspective) performing (or reading, as it was) a bit from my Insane Guide stuff. I was very nervous as I’d never done anything like that before. Most of us hadn’t, I think we were all rather good considering! The only act I didn’t really like was the compere, as it basically revolved around antipsychiatry and telling people they were wrong for ever taking medication. The idea that mental illness is a social construction is a valid and worthy one, but lots of people there relied on medication to keep them functioning enough to roll their eyes at him. I was petrified though as the idea of a whole room full of people staring at me scared the shit out of me, and I wasn’t aware I was being filmed either, which would have made me throw myself onto the assembled spikes in the front row (not pictured). I wasn’t feeling too good that day! I’ve only just managed to allow people to take photos of me and even then it’s on the proviso that I don’t have to look at them. That also means I read my own BBC Ouch articles on my mobile browser with the images turned off.
Anyway! I had written a sizeable proportion of it on the day and also made a lot of shit up as I stood there (y’know what, I wasn’t aware it was mostly a comedy night until I got there, which goes to show just how organised I am. I was supposed to do two bits, but bottled out of one for that reason) so thanks to the chaps there for being kind and helpful to me, and also to the Independent for being kind to me. And my tights for not falling down, as I’d snapped the fecking elastic and was battling to keep them on my arse.
Anyway, yes, there you go, then! I’m proud of myself for doing it and being a part of the evening, and once I got past the fear of defecation, I really enjoyed it. Thank you to Danny for uploading it, and here are more videos from the night, such as the Mad Hatter himself here:
I hope he uploads the John Hegley things and Amy’s Ghost, both who were amazing.
PS: Vote for Mark Brown as Mind Champion! Or not, if you prefer to vote for someone else. BUT VOTE FOR MARK! HE IS LOVELY!