I have the wrong sort of face
I caught up with an old friend to go to a comedy podcast recording of @TonsilHockey with Olga Koch and Catherine Bohart. It was lovely to see my friend again, and the show, which was a watch-a-long for an episode of Heated Rivalry was a lot of fun. There’s something great about being in a room full of people who are locked into the same thing, whether that’s a tv show, a theatre production, comedy show, gig, or even (I imagine, though I have no direct experience of this) for sport. The shared highs and lows, laughter, cheers and groans are so much more fun when shared, and it’s a good reminder of what pack animals we still are any time we get an opportunity. Anyway, I laughed a lot, with Phil Wang as the novice tribute being inducted into the cult, having not seen the show, with the rest of the room the experts on every scene. So far so good... but I'd like to know what is it about me that means I am the person that always gets picked on to talk? Particular...