Oliver's day

THEREFORE from Day 22's countdown, Ollie woke Tuesday with Rae's bus ticket number in his phone and the BBC logo still on his screen, and told Miriam at the bookshop he was reading a biography of a man who wrote one joke and did it for forty years, and she said that's not you, love, is it. At the upstairs room of a pub in Camden he did the cleaned Radox bit and a new forty-second bit about his mum on the phone saying I'm not pushing, and a man in the third row laughed so hard his pint came up. Walking to the bar he tripped on a step he had tripped on before and his Moleskine flew open to a page titled THE PANIC ATTACK (TAKE 4) and Dev caught it before it hit the floor, a small public fumble he had to own while the room watched. He walked home and decided, by the time he turned onto his road, that the audition needed a tight ten and he had six days.