What’s it like doing a solo show in the Melbourne International Comedy Festival for the first time? It’s a nightmare, but a nightmare where you wake up and realise that a peanut butter sandwich wanting to give you a massage is not as scary as you once thought.

The first week of the festival has been a bit surreal. I am also working full-time as a manager at King Pin bowling at the Casino. This means I’ve been doing the show, then going to work and finishing at eight in the morning. By the time I got into bed on Friday morning, after opening night, I had slept for 1.5 hours since Wednesday afternoon. That’s 48 hours! 1.5 hours sleep in 48 hours. Can someone please get me a coffee?

But I am getting into the rhythm of things now. Except for flyering: I consider this to be the most soul crushing thing I have ever had to do in my life. This show is something that I have poured my heart and soul into, and I’ve had to compress it all onto a little piece of paper, and then hand it out to random strangers. Only to have them look at it, give me a dirty look and then deliberately go out of their way to avoid me.

Other than that, everything is going well. I’m happy with the show, and learning and growing more as a performer each night. However, I do look forward to a beer or two at the end of it, and a big sleep in as well.