Desperately Seeking Salvation
Jun0
teh date: 24.06 (that’s 3 gigs in a row - madness surely)
teh place: Desperately seeking stagetime
New night, run by Anthony and Phil from the course. Was a really excellent night - wonderful cool room opposite Bond Street tube (so piece of piss for me to get home from).
Took me a while to find the place for some unknown reason, so by the time I was there I’d missed out on the guaranteed slots and had to stick my name in for a random draw.
The cream of the london new act circuit were there, all of the more established acts I’ve grovelingly made friends with in the hope that they might aid my career, and the newbie scum who I look down upon and despise.
I ended up breaking my no-drinking before I’ve been on rule again, but I was feeling quite tired and I thought I needed a pint in a sort of kill or cure type scenario. It worked.
Didn’t want to do my standard 5 as most (but not all) of the audience were fellow acts, and at least 50% of them had seen my act before. So I ended up doing probably the most offensive set I’ve even seen - exactly the sort of thing that I said I wasn’t going to do when I started this comedy lark. It involved a spacker voice (I can say that, you can’t - diplomatic immunity once again) and a reworking of a very old ice cream joke that my dad used to tell me. The payoff line was about how black and asian comics often play with the audience’s expectations by putting on a stereotypical voice (I was thinking of Omid Djalili when I wrote it).
The worst thing about it - well I say the worst thing, it was all pretty horrible - but a particularly bad thing about it was that when I was doing the spacker voice, people who knew me were laughing along but people who’d never seen me before were looking at them giving them daggers for mocking the poor disabled lad who had the courage to get on stage.
I am going to hell for that one.
But at least I got a laugh.
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