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We Have a Winner!


Ladies and gentlemen - some news!

One recipient of my newsletter is now the 'lucky' (ahem) winner of an exclusive gig from me IN THEIR HOUSE!

And that person is...

Lyn Morter! Well done, Lyn!

(Btw, if anyone from Ofcom is reading, you can check the legitimacy of this result via the Facebook Live video I did last week.)

When I informed Lyn that she'd won she simply said, 'I've never heard of you' and 'How did you get my phone number?' so I'm sure that will be a great gig for everyone.

(Only joking. She was thrilled.)

Thanks to all of you for entering.
But what now, Sam? I hear you screaming at your smartphones.

Well, I'll be taking things a wee bit easier through August, spending some much needed time with my family after all the touring.

But just like that former Governor of California of Austrian descent, I'LL BE BACK (sorry) in September with more blogs, videos and general waffle. 
I'm also heading back on tour with my brand new show 'TODDLERGEDDON' next year (full disclosure - I've not written it yet) and if you want to get yourself a good seat, tickets are on sale here.
Thanks
Sam x

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