I’ve been campaigning for votes to get myself the last place in the Scottish Sun’s, Take the Mic, competition. Getting the place gives me a chance of winning £12,000 and getting some much needed publicity, so i’ve taken it quite seriously. The thing is, it’s totally screwing with my head.

My natural instinc is to get as many votes as possible, getting myself in an Alpha state of mind, grrr, winner, must get prize, type thing. I’ve been constantly checking not just my votes on facebook and twitter, but checking my competitors too. Spying on their advertising, seeing which of our mutual friends have voted for them and not me (of which I remain silently indignant) all of which feels like a primitive drive and need to win.

On the other side of that, it’s now between me and 4 other comedians that are not just good at what they do, but they are all nice guys. All of them have a drive and passion to entertain audiences and do so succesfully every week. I’ve enjoyed a beer and a blether with them on frequent occasions. 2 of them have been partying with me till stupid o’clock in the morning on a number of drunken adventures.

If they had been strangers, maybe this wouldn’t be quite so weird, at least then they would just be evil bastards that are probably shit. But I like these guys, not only that, I respect what they do and enjoy their company. But here I am watching their votes like they are the enemy, cajoling our shared aquantences and trying to out do them for the sake of a massive prize and to get a leg up in my career. Sheesh, what a mind fuck!

Thank god the voting closes this Friday. Thanks for everyone that’s supported me so far.