What a Week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So this week has panned out rather differently than I expected, and it's not over yet!

Last Sunday I saw the fabulous Dr Blum for my post-Botox check up. I'd toyed with the idea of getting the fillers and mesotherapy but the reality is that at the moment it seems an unnecessary expense. I was more impressed with the little taster of Carboxy Therapy that he gave me on my thigh lift scars last time. While the scar was still there, it was a lot smoother and far less 'angry' looking. As he gave me a teeny touch up of botox in my neck, I told him that if I were to pay for any treatments it would be that.

Luckily for me its way cheaper than the fillers and stuff, and even luckier for me, he gave me a full session for nowt! He injected Co2 into my leg and tummy scars, even the scar where my new belly button is, and for the piece de resistance, he injected the Co2 into my neck! Now there aren't any scars there, but ever since I had all the excess skin removed from my neck, 18 months ago, I've had two red patches under each ear. It was like a cross between bruises and rosacea. Well less than a week after the treatment, its 80% gone!!!!! The carbon dioxide has done what massage and Creme de la Mer couldn't!

Dr Blum aka Dr Chez Vous works out of Beauty Works West in Lambton Place http://www.beautyworkswest.com/drblum.html and I can't recommend him highly enough!

So that was Sunday, Monday was cool, bit of exercise, a flu jab and some socialising with a good friend. Tuesday started off well too, hardcore yoga, lunch with a pal and some work on my TEFL course. Tuesday night all hell let loose as the news broke that Regent Inns - Jongleurs' parent company - had gone into pre-pack administration and five venues were shut that day, for good!

Of course I had weekends booked in at all five clubs and a copy of a contract confirming this. Three of the weekends were just general shows but the other two were Xmas runs - the gigs that pay the income tax bill - so I wasn't best pleased to say the least!

I emailed the booker and on Wednesday received and email telling me they were going to honour the gigs and pay us. "Fabulous" I thought, "that sleepless night was for nothing". To celebrate I went out and saw some art - the incredible Ed Ruscha at the Hayward, who just blew my mind - and the Turner Prize Nominees at Tate Britain. My tip for the winner is Roger Hiorns. I even bought myself a piece of art in the shape of a silk scarf designed by previous winner Grayson Perry.

All the while, my thoughts were with the staff of the five clubs that closed, the rumours are that they are not even getting this month's salary, on top of being jobless at Xmas. Poor fuckers.

Thursday morning and I am just leaving the gym, en route to the library, when I get another call from Jongleurs telling me that the new owners have decided not to honour the gigs and pay us after all. Basically, contract or not, we have to get in line with everybody else they owe money to and hope for a few crumbs.

Now I am far from wealthy, but you know what? I would rather any money they were ever gonna pay me goes to the poor sods who've worked really hard running those venues and working in the kitchens, behind the bars etc., they are the real losers here.

Anyway, last night I was doing the lovely Funny Side Of... double up in the City and Covent Garden. I dunno if it was the threat of impending poverty and the thoughts of a dozen comedians chasing each gig or not, but I seemed to shift up a gear. I had two fantastic shows and came up with a ton of new stuff!

I'm off to Portsmouth later today to play the Wedgewood Rooms and I'm hoping this good vibe lasts. Maybe this week's events were the kick up the ass I needed!