Well something different this time my friends, not about writing comedy as such but stand up comedy. This week I went to an open mike night at the lion’s den club in kings cross. Something I would recommend every one should do because I had a cracking night for mostly all the wrong reasons. The right reasons it was ace was, that every one there really seemed to want all the acts to do well. The wrong reason it was super was, for some acts doing well was just asking a little too much. For one act just being let out of the secure unit they reside in for the night must have been something of a victory in its own right. Let me give you a flavour of the night.
Now I know it’s not cool to mock the afflicted but if they are going to get up on stage, well it kinda makes it ok. One act, let’s call him “the bloke that was oh so pissed” seemed to be oh so pissed. This as it turned out was due to nerves and the taking of a few libations and then a few too many more to steady said butterflies. The end result was that the poor man’s act quickly turn from no comedy into a five minute mime piece called “Confused looking pissed bloke holding a mike and wondering if it’s too late to pull out”. The man’s friends tried to help and could be heard to yell “tell the one about the girl. Go on the one about the girl”. But it was all too much for our drunken friend and another stand up comedy casualty was born that very night. We never did get to hear the one about the girl, which is a shame. You know what I beat it was a cracker.
Another act was a girl (yes they do stand up too. Some are very good. I myself have a soft spot for Lucy Porter. But keep it to yourself I don’t want it put on the internet or anything) who came from Switzerland. She did the “This is stuff that’s different in London form Switzerland” act. But seeing as how most of the punters looked like to them south of the river was going too far, this seam of comedy gold failed to hit a nerve. I think a nerve was hit when the girl said “you probably think Switzerland is only famous for chocolate and coo coo clocks” but somehow she forgot to mention about all the Nazi gold. It almost got ugly when she started the “oh your tube trains or so hot” routine. You could feel the ripple of passive anti Swiss racism as each and every person in the room thought the same thing at the same time “They come over here, taking our temperatures”.
But you may feel I’m being too hard on these people and indeed maybe I am but it was one of the strangest nights out I’ve had in a long time. At one point at the height of the bazaar comedy floundering my friend turned to me with fear in his eyes and said “is this a cult?” and he wasn’t joking he was scared.
It’s funny what you think sometimes in your life. That night what I thought most watching act after act go and do their thing was “WOW, that guy was really pissed” and secondly was “if they can do it and be this shocking then surly I could do it” and that my friends is the only reason for the last six hundred and four words to tell you that before the year is out I will try stand up for myself. I’m not sure if the world is ready. I’m not sure if I’ll be ready but All I have to do now is write it (well done me for bringing this back to comedy writing just in the nick of time).



