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Monday 8th October - To Hull and back

I did a return gig at The Comedy Lounge in Hull on Saturday. It was good to do a club gig again, a 'best of' 20 minute set as the middle section act. I was getting a pretty good reaction to almost every joke (I had a setlist of 71 jokes which I reckoned would take 20 minutes to perform) but was surprised to find a darker joke got a particularly strong (positive) reaction about two-thirds of the way in, so I went off on a bit of a tangent as I commented on this and did a couple more unplanned darker jokes before returning to my original set.

I don't like to eat - never mind drink - before going on stage, and I wasn't off until about 9:30pm, so I left pretty sharpish so I could go on the hunt for some takeout booze before 10pm, and then get a takeaway. It turned out to be the first kebab I've had in a long time.

I stayed in Hull overnight so I could take the train up to Scarborough on the Sunday before returning back to Scotland. I was on the hunt for some extra material for my spoken word show about my family history. I found the church where my parents got married (61 years ago!) and where the wedding photos were taken on the green opposite.

I then made my way to St. Mary's Parish church. I had tried to look inside on a visit earlier in the year but the building was locked up. I knew that inside was a commemorative plaque inside with my great-uncle's name on it, and I wanted to see it. As I'd timed my visit this time for a Sunday lunchtime I thought there was a fair chance there would be a service on and I might then be able to get to go inside afterwards. I timed my arrival just as a service was indeed finishing. The vicar was very welcoming and I soon found the plaque, which happened to have both my great-uncle's names on it from 1918. I was introduced to a parishioner who gave me some background into the sister church the plaque had originally come from.

I then made my way down to the seafront and took photos of some of the dwellings my relatives had once stayed in. The lifeboat house was open so I went inside and I explained to the volunteers that my great-grandfather had served on the lifeboats at Scarborough. They let me go into the main building housing the lifeboat to take photos of the old plaques listing all the rescues back to the early 19th Century.

After that I was right at the beach in the south bay, and I was able to fulfill my main mission - to fill an empty jam jar full of sand from the beach to take away with me. I want to transport the contents to France as I take a trip in two weeks' time to place some of it at the grave of my great-uncle. He grew up near the seafront at Scarborough and died fighting in the dying days of World War One, on 20th October 1918. I'll be there for the one hundreth anniversary of his death.

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