So it appears that last night I only told you my name; not why I’m doing this or anything else about me. So here goes…
As you know, I’m Wagg. Yup that’s my real name. Like Cher or Adele. Just Wagg. Nothing else. (I’m kidding but my full name is much less interesting!)
I’m 19 and live in sunny England. I currently work in catering and I’m desperately lonely. Oh sorry, thought I was speed dating for a second.
I love cats and food (mostly carbs) and afternoon naps.
I want to be a stand up comedian. No wait. I am a stand up comedian. An undiscovered stand up comedian. Here comes that ego again.
Now I’m going to write a huge block of text to prove that I can write more than just simple sentences.
The problem with wanting to be a stand up comedian is that other things get in the way. Or maybe I let other things get in the way. Like work and eating and other people trying to get me to persue careers in teaching. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m only 19 and that right now catering is good for me. I get a lot of food and laugh from the beginning to the end of my shift. I also get blisters and burns and a pension plan. I’ve always wanted to be in the police but after failing three fitness tests I’ve decided I need to get other aspects of my life sorted before I can fully commit to that. I need to end my relationship with food. Maybe not entirely but I certainly need to divorce potatoes and marry my local gym.
Comedy has always been an outlet to me. Maybe even a front. If I can be funny, people will like me or that’s the theory at least. But now I want to be more serious about my comedy (Eh? How does that work?). More focused and a lot more determined. So I’ve started making YouTube videos, writing material and even started doing this.
So yeah. Fun times ahead.