THE LEARNER PARENT TOUR - 10 FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

1. WILL THE TWINS BE YOUR SUPPORT ACT?

No chance. They’re way funnier than me. I’ll look crap in comparison.

2. CAN I BRING MY TODDLER WITH ME?
Yes but you’ll have to leave them in the cloakroom.

3. WHICH GIG ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOST?
Whichever town you live in. That one. Honest.

😉

4. WHAT’S THE SHOW ABOUT?
It’s a stand up comedy show about being a hapless, learner parent to toddlers in 2018.

5. HOW LONG IS THE SHOW?
2 x 45 minute halves. No support act. Just me, baby.

6. I’VE READ YOUR BOOK - WILL IT JUST BE STUFF FROM THAT?
Not at all. This is a brand new, never-before seen show that pretty much picks up where the book left off.

7. WHY AREN’T YOU COMING TO *INSERT TOWN NAME HERE*?
I would have loved to come to more places but scheduling and venue availability didn’t permit it, sorry

😔

8. MY HUSBAND / WIFE / BOYFRIEND / PARTNER HAS NEVER HEARD OF YOU. SHALL I BRING THEM ALONG TOO?
Yes because I’ll win them over with my cheeky northern charm. And if that fails I’ll hit them with some high quality knob gags.

9. WILL YOU SIGN MY BOOK AT THE SHOW?
Of course, I’d love to! I’ll be doing a meet & greet and signings after every gig.

10. WILL YOU BE PROVIDING TENA LADY’S?
Prob best bringing your own to be honest, luv.

I'm going on tour from Oct 18 - March 19, for dates and tickets click here.

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My bestselling book 'Confessions of a Learner Parent' is currently only £6.99 for Kindle.

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