Ah stuff it, I was out till after midnight last night and my body is still in shock. I really can't cope with doing social things; I'm out tonight and tomorrow night too. I don't understand how people can be bothered going out, especially people on normal salaraies - it's so expensive.
Ha ha ha
Last night's event was some stand-up comedy thing. The tickets were £14, drinks came to £5.70 a round (I insisted on my sister having soda water instead of fizzy mineral water - same bloody stuff) and parking was £6. SIX POUNDS STERLING for parking, thieving bastards. But yes, it was a stand-up comedy thing at it was quite good fun. It amazes me how people can put a routine together, or at least have enough material floating about their head to enable them to stand up and talk coherently and in an entertaining way. Some people are very good at it, very natural.
My sister said she "wouldn't get on that stage for a 20 minute routine even if they paid me half a million!". I retorted that "I bloody would". And then it was pointed out to me that I'd have to make people laugh too.
This "make 'em laugh" attribute is obviously an art and the best comics are those who don't rely on current affairs or niche cultures like TV too much. So comics have to generalise to find common ground with the punters and Britain, we just take the piss out of each other. There's a kind of irreverence amongst British people that means that everybody is fair game when it comes to being the topic of a comic's routine. We're not allowed to take the piss out of the Irish anymore, but since the Welsh don't seem to like anybody, we target them. People from different social classes and backgrounds are easy fodder. Car drivers, caravaners, Scousers, people from different regions, people with ginger hair - humour is (should be) used to illustrate how different we all are while all being the same. By pointing out our differences we bring ourselves together. We can become suspicious of those who we feel we can't take the piss out of or those who take themselves too seriously - Chorlton-dwelling lesbians, for example. But it's useful that we can all be stereotyped in some comic parody, and most people appreciate that this is lighthearted and using certain jokes that play on stereotypes can be used to break down tricky social barriers when meeting folk from different backgrounds.
When I meet a teacher for example, I always remember to ask them if they're worn out from all that 9 to 3.30 working and all the holidays they have to take. And of course, they appreciate the fact that I'm using humour, or sarcasm to be precise, to illustrate that I think they're a bunch of lazy, whinging bastards.
Spam almighty!
I hate spammers. I don't understand why they do it. People talk about the threat of global terrorism in terms of being blown up, but much more disruption is caused by people hacking into IT infrastructure and slowing things down by bombarding us with spam.
Just checked my Yahoo e-mail account, it said there was a new message somewhere, but it wasn't showing amongst recent messages. Scrolling down, I found it with a date sometime in August.
Some people need to get a life.
Nose pain
Nose hairs are a curse. Do you ever get those really sticky bogeys that glue them together so that when you pick them out, it really hurts. I've also got an idiopathic sore at the margin of outer and inner nostril; it's killing me.
I'm doing terrible eggy plappers too. I'm feeling a little under the weather I suppose. I should think about getting my flu jab over the next month or so, but look at this...
It's hard to spot, but some poor woman had written in to BBC News online's Have Your Say to tell us that the flu jab gave her palpitations. Others accuse the flu jab of giving them more serious things, such as actual flu itself, bird flu, cancer, chronic wind, bad teeth and unmanageable debt. It's all a government conspiracy and the flu jab actually contains a microscopic tracking device so the Myesterious They can keep tabs on us.
Think on!
6 comments:
I don't tend to rely on current affairs fro my laughter, I use every day events and happenings that people can relate to.
Once you've been doing stand up a while, you have enough subjects in your head to be able to chop and change to suit each audiance. I often have no idea what I'm going to talk about on stage until I get up there and take a quick look round the room.
Of course! You're one of THEM, aren't you? Christ, that must be scary at times. I get what you mean about having a repository of materal to call on; I suppose the best comics just tend to talk about stuff with the ability to engage with the audience and alter things accordingly.
Once saw this lass do a slot at a comedy club. She's been engaging with too much booze and forgot all that she was supposed to be saying. Completely rubbish.
I have to give a lot of presentations at work and I often get up there without a clue about what I'm going to say too. I don't get away with it and I just look like an incompetent, badly-prepared twat.
Yay... I'm third.
I really have nothing to say... nothing.
Not even potato??
Okay... you got me on that one SID. How about - SPUD?
That'll do nicely.
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