Transport update: Yesterday there was a girl on the metro who’s hair resembled white fluff, she back combed it when her little fat, fake tanned streaked fingers, She then proceeded to pout at herself at her reflection. What a smasher.
Dog update: We washed her the other day and her fur looks massive now.
Random stranger interaction: I was stood at South Shields metro station waiting for my train. A middle aged, medium build, male, Caucasian wearing spectacles approached me:
“Can you buy tickets on the train?” he asked
“No, the ticket machines are just there” I pointed at the five ticket machines
“Well I don’t have any change.” He stated, looking at me accusingly
“…..” I made an ‘oh dear’ face
“Right well I suppose I’ll have to get some money out then” he mumbled
What did he expect me to do exactly?
Monday evening was gig number 26. I decided to try a new set; it was a list of things that slightly irritate me. Some of it sparked a bit of a discussion, which suited the type of room, if that had of happened with a bigger audience it wouldn’t have worked. There were a few nice lines amongst that set which I think I’ll keep, it’s a bit of a grower that one.
Tuesday evening (last night) was gig number 27. I stepped in as MC at the Long Live Comedy. I had the best time ever doing it, it was so much fun. A few people gave me some advice saying you just need to be liked rather than be funny and to just relax and enjoy the evening. The line up was really diverse consisting of: - Sharon Race, second performance from Al McWilliam, a power point show from Barry Fox, first timers Adam Wilkinson (Umby) and Kristian James, Sean Mcloughlin opening, Andy Clarke, Al Daws and the last minute (drunken) addition of John Scott. The night was alive, there was a really big buzz, I’m not sure whether I felt this on account of my own excitement MCing or whether others experienced it too.
I did that thing where you get all the men to shout something then all the women, it went like this:
“Boys are you ready for some comedy?!”
“HELL YEAH”
“Girls are you ready for some comedy?”
“eeeeeeee”
This made me laugh a lot.
I laughed a great deal through out the night actually. After Barry Fox did his set I got up on stage and couldn’t talk for laughing, which made everyone else start again. I bloody love Barry Fox he’s a genius. Look out for him.
At the end of the evening I photographed the audience so that they could tag themselves on facebook and get the club some publicity. Callum Cram and George Zach grabbed the spot lights and started shining them on the audience, the reactions were hilarious, it was like a scene from a bad vampire movie. I started snapping away then commented “this has all just gone a bit weird really hasn’t it?” which made people laugh so it looked like they were enjoying comedy rather than just being violated.
Long Live Comedy is a brilliant club; it’s in a skuzzy room with knackered old sofas and leaky loos. It usually gets too hot when it’s crowded and there’s never any toilet roll in the ladies. It is however a grand example of the gritty beginnings of comedy, new acts nervously stepping up for their first attempt at stand up and a familiar return for daddy’s of comedy. May it live long indeed.
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