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While I felt touched by someone’s shoulder, I flowed in the middle. He was a man who wanted to shake my hand because he was very funny during a comedy show. After finishing what I was doing in the toilets, I went to the bar and four or five commented on my comedy skills. Someone wanted to buy me a drink, but it didn’t happen because I was taking a tour for a few friends and he didn’t love me that much. They asked if I knew the performance poet on the stage, the Performance Poet, who read the Mish-Mash he made bad rhymes.
I didn’t, but what I did was to improve the evening of everyone by interpreting that his poem would be well greeted by an American man wearing a Stetson hat in his office at an English university. During my time as an American research student, the audience thought that they were very funny because they had no literary efforts to wear the Albanian pavement streets of Canterbury, unlike me.
A few years later, I thanked myself at a comedy club in South London, after winning the stand up award at a new night of action, I thanked my academy and my friends and my family for their support.
I wasn’t a new action and I was sitting as a audience member, but the first comedian went home, so I won for a syllable that Compere was the best he had heard when he was doing a 20 -year comedy.
I will summarize what the jokes have never been written well: a comedian was fighting to make anyone laugh, and no one should have a lot of funfair fan on the sides of the roads. His first appropriate smile came after saying it was a fun in Blackheath.
Then he asked me if I was at all, as he seemed to be satisfied with the audience responding. “No, but I passed.” The laughter turned around the room and laughed as if he had been waiting for all their lives.
When I visited a comedy club in Thames this week, I reminded these comedy moments. Maybe it was the first time I was there for 15 years.
And as I have done a lot lately, then and now he pushed it to think about how much life has changed.
My friend with everyone who was still night 15 years ago and has more friends now. I have accomplished my dream of working on national newspapers, and now I have my own house in a town that I never dreamed of.
And 15 years ago, I didn’t imagine that I would have an irrepressible bowel cancer in my 40s.
People still have to be a comedian for me, but nowadays, when I am not difficult in the news, when I am not difficult for the causes of the news, it is not just the fear of self -doubt and the scene that keeps me as a second job.
I was kept back nowadays because first of all, it is a evening job. This is a role you need to travel to clubs and bars anywhere that will perform with very little money or money in small rooms.
This is a role that you should be as awake and alert as possible to remember the jokes you draw on a paper while dreaming of a better life.
This is a role that will not be well together with my work to fight the second cancer – because it makes me feel really tired, so if I’m awake after 21:00, I usually slept to charge my batteries in the afternoon.
Nowadays, most of my comedy moments have chemotherapy, and while I do my best to get the entertainment cancer, it is in my patient’s day unit.
Five minutes before arriving a few weeks ago, I poured Dr. Pepper on the ground and then fueled a half -pack of mini cheddar, and sometimes fueled by putting a brave face and “living in a dream”, sometimes it is a difficult task that sometimes makes it easier by the unintentional Charlie Chaplin -style joke.
The dream was more of a nightmare, so I lead the Daily Express’s Cancer Care Campaign to ensure that all cancer patients have mental health support during and after treatment.
It is an important struggle that can guarantee the care that changes life to the most vulnerable people of England, and we will not give up until this happens.
