Woke up this morning feeling hungover after drinking only three beers last night. Embarrassing. That's the thing about living on a shoestring budget - you can't afford to drink too much, so you're tolerance for alcohol drops. Last night when I got off stage I got the nod of approval from one of NZ's comedy godfathers, Brendhan Lovegrove. Before I went on he advised me to speak loudly and to hold the mic close to my mouth so as to dominate the rowdy crowd including a stag do and a hen's night. It totally worked, but the crowd weren't that rowdy anyway. I hooked them in at the start with my usual leftfield style and material, and had them attentive for the whole 15 minutes. I can hold my head up high after solid performances three nights in a row at the Classic.