On the 23rd of July I’m flying back to Minneapolis for a week to work Acme Comedy Club for the first time in 5 years. Acme is a club I first started working over 25 years ago so I’m no stranger to slinging shit from that stage. Obviously a lot has changed since those early days namely I don’t live in America any more. I’ve been lucky (cursed) to be based out of London and consequently I’ve had the opportunity to work all over the world. At this moment in my so called career I’ve done shows in 25 different countries and that counting England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland as one country namely Great Britain. I know those places like to see themselves as separate entities but if I don’t have to whip out my passport to get in it don’t count. Here’s the rub, if I’m off to Cape Town South Africa, Mumbai India, Oslo Norway, Berlin Germany, Shanghai China, even fucking Kazakhstan! No problem. America? That’s different and I’m not sure why I’m feeling it is. The one thing I’ve learned from living abroad for the last 20 years is the good ol’ USA is not the centre of the universe. Not by a longshot. My concern is that the good people in America haven’t come to fully realize that especially now with this POS in the White House. Do I have enough material to cover what’s required of me? Of course. Will the crowds there be onboard with what I’m doing? Good question. Americans as of late have been branded as some of the most laziest, ignorant, racist people on the planet and that’s saying something considering I’m living in England the true epicentre of white people. And from what I’ve seen and experienced some of that might be warranted but that’s not my problem. I guess al I can do is get on with what I do and let them sort it out. So why take a gig in middle America as opposed to going back to Norway or The Netherlands or wherever? I guess I need to stock up on Cream of Wheat, Kraft Tapioca pudding and frosted brown sugar and cinnamon Poptarts.