So after feeling dizzy all day Tuesday I went to bed debating if I should go see Tim the next day because Tim’ll cheer me up after the bouts of depression I’ve had.

I woke up and mentioned it to Kirsty on MSN in the morning and as well as egging me on she phoned John, Tim’s tour manager, to see if it would be possible for me to come too. It was. It was on.

I quickly packed a few bits and pieces and then headed to the station to catch a train down to London. It wasn’t too bad as I sat in the quit coach and pissed about on my iPod and the internet for most of it but two chavs got on at the start of the journey too and they didn’t seem to understand the concept of a quiet coach. Luckily for me they got off at Doncaster and I enjoyed the rest of the journey in peace.

One thing I’m glad I brought to uni with me is my Oystercard. It comes in useful in occasions like this when you need to get from King’s Cross to Waterloo to catch the next train and you want to do it cheaply. I was worried I’d underestimated how long it’d take on the tube but all was fine, if a little harsh on my knee, which I’m sposed to be resting.

The train I got to Guilford must have been relatively dull as I barely remember a thing about it. Guilford station on the hand is a nightmare, especially with a bad knee. It’s six parallel platforms all joined up with a bridge and stairs. Fair enough I thought, there’ll be a departures list at the top so I can see where my connecting train leaves from. Apparently not. I walked to one of the exits and nothing there short of going past the electronic ticket barriers so I headed to the other exit and again, nothing there either. Luckily the first platform I went to was the one my train went from. Unluckily I got landed next to three girls who did nothing but talk about their A-Levels.

I landed in Aldershot and met Kirsty and we headed to the venue without getting too lost. We found it and then decided it would be best to find somewhere to eat, settling in the end, for a KFC. I can’t say I like Aldershot all that much. From what I’ve seen it’s a small, faceless town full of rude and intimidating squaddies and chavs. For example, this happened while we were there: we were waiting to cross the road when a car full of chavs pulls in front of us waiting to turn the corner, the driver sees me with a cane and shouts some insults at me. Coincidentally, I’m sure, they were also thick as shit and hadn’t wound a window down so that I might actually be able to hear whatever it was they were shouting. But yes, that will be my lasting memory of Aldershot and so I can say it’s not somewhere I want to visit again, ever.

The venue was something of an interesting one. To me it seemed a lot like an old sports centre that had been converted and the room Tim actually performed in was tiny. Mind you, the staff there were absolutely lovely with a wicked sense of humour; we went to get our tickets from the box office for the lad on there to tell us that it had been cancelled before conceding that it was a joke. Another cute point about it was that they make their own flyers and posters - I currently own a one of a kind Ready For This tour poster that they’d made from various elements of Tim’s website. Oh, and they have stupidly cheap drinks so Brownie points for that.

So, to the show eh? My first of the tour (technically the tenth time including warm ups and Edinburgh shows) and it didn’t disappoint. Tim seemed under the impression that it did in the second half though as I didn’t laugh at Peace Anthem for Palestine (he’s changed the song each time since - coincidence?) and so decided to point Kirsty and I out, shouting at us, and getting everyone to say, “Hello Linzy,” which ended up sounding quite creepy. Oh, should point out that the reason he could see me not laughing was because I was only a few feet away from him, sitting almost on the stage.

What happened quite astounds me to an extent to be honest. Afterwards Tim confronted us about why we go to so many gigs of his and I think to an extent I can answer it now. Focusing just on Tim then it’s something that’s completely about performance and I think it’s key to think of him as a musician for this as people will go to see bands live over and over again despite knowing all the words and knowing the guitar riffs note perfect but this doesn’t deter them because they go to see the performance, not the material, something which I can say I certainly do with Tim as there’s no chance that two will ever be the same. Consequently, my excuse for not laughing was that I was so caught up in the performance of Peace Anthem that I forgot.

Another thing that Tim pointed out was that we go and consequently get to travel all over the UK seeing different places and this is true but it’s also about friends as there are a good few friends that I have that live aaages away and a Tim gig is a perfect excuse to see them. Also I think that I’ve become something of an addict. Not to Tim or his show but the amazing sense of happiness I always feel after one of his gigs - it’s something a bit special that no other comedian manages to quite make me feel.

Edit: I talked to Pete, Tim’s sound guy, during the interval and we talked about my busted knee and he said how he’d had the same thing and now had osteoarthritis. Thanks Pete, that’s one way to feel worse about your injury.