The Camera is weird. Sometimes it picks up something that one as a performer cannot see - something which I think about - lighting and atmosphere.
The film below is a case in point. It is at the lovely Catweazel Club, in Oxford. I felt at the time the performance was a little tired (and so did the camera person), and that I kept getting the word order slightly wrong, which broke the rhythm of the piece - or so it felt to us.
But the Camera clearly saw something else - something I think about the light, the wonderful set and the audience reaction (this was the first time they had seen Stand Up Philosophy), that makes the video one of the best...
So Thank you Catweazel Club, for the Venue, and the Opportunity, and Thank you light, you have done it again.
But most of all I guess I should thank Marx, whom I am yet again impersonating: Actually - perhaps - thinking about it, it might have been Marx's unquiet spirit itself, that took over this performance - it was after all was his bete noire, the 'bourgeois citadel' of Oxford... I certainly hope so.
All I know is that the credit is not mine.