
PDF · 6 posters, A3
Tour Poster Set
Six posters from six small venues, made for the wall of any cold room.
Deadpan comic
I’m Leif. I write a short letter every other Friday from Tromsø, and I make tour posters, a notebook of one-liners and a few things for people who want to try stand-up themselves.

The clocks went back, and Tromsø received it like a second helping nobody ordered.
Forty people stood in my street at one, looking up. I was in pyjamas.
An open mic in July, under a sun that refuses to leave. The dog was good.

A story about a long boat ride, a short set and a man who left early.
A story about a Thursday, a projector, and eleven people who came for the other thing.
A story from last January, a harbour at three in the afternoon, and one honest answer.

A town goes quiet and watches the sky, and a comic watches the town.
An essay written in August about the winter noon light I miss, pink and brief.
An essay from June: the sun has not set since May, and I have not slept.

About
I live in Tromsø, which is a long way up, and I do stand-up in small rooms. Some of the rooms are above shops. One was a ferry waiting room. I have never been on a stage higher than a pallet.
The letter is short observations, the odd longer story, and now and then an essay about touring in the dark months. I try to be dry and never cruel. It mostly works. My sister says it is the same as my phone voice.

PDF · 6 posters, A3
Six posters from six small venues, made for the wall of any cold room.