Doing stand-up comedy could be a strangely unpredictable experience, although with practice I gained more control over how gigs went. I once did an open spot to what felt like a huge audience near Hampton Court. There was a stag party in on the night, who heckled me relentlessly. I ploughed on regardless.
Afterwards, 18 people came up to me and congratulated me on my performance. Even now I remember counting the well-wishers off in my head as I made my way home, which is how I can be confident of the number after all this time.