Gig 54a: Acting Daft @ Beatwolf Radio – 8th May 2012

As I mentioned in my write up for Gig 55, I made an impromptu appearance on the radio yesterday.  Beatwolf Radio.  This is me telling you about it, now.

Errr, there’s not a lot to tell, to be honest, but I need to write this post for my records.   Beatwolf Radio is a new internet station – it’s excellent, listen here – and my friend Vic is one of the DJs.  So she got me on her show to do another daft quiz.  It was really daft.  The prize was Michael Bolton’s Greatest Hits and Meat Loaf’s new album.  Exciting.  There were two entries and one of them actually got all three “questions” correct. Winner! This qualifies it as my most successful radio quiz ever.

Anyway, that was that.  It was a lot of fun…for me, at least.

Gig 55: Comedy Cellar @ Verve Bar, Leeds – 8th May 2012

Front-side shot of an first generation Proton ...

The “amazing” Proton Savvy (not mine)

Pre-gig (12:30 on the day of the gig):

Usually when I write a ‘pre-gig’ section it’s because I’m not sure how I feel about the upcoming show or I’m not sure how it’s going to go.  Today’s ‘pre-gig’ tranche is concerning something all together more practical.

The engine warning light on my car has been intermittently going on and off over the last week or so, eventually getting to a point where it was more on than off.  I phoned the garage on Friday, and, because of the bank holiday, they could only fit me in today.  Only I couldn’t take it in today, as I’m attending a seminar in Manchester (it’s hosted by Microsoft, before anybody asks if it’s about anything interesting).  Since I’m performing in Leeds later, it didn’t really make sense to go home after the seminar, so there’s no way I could take my car in.  Yesterday, the engine warning light decided to be more off than on, so I thought I’d get away with it.

This morning, I set off bright and early (for me) on course for Deansgate Hilton (ooooh, fancy) when I noticed that my car wasn’t really doing anything when I put my foot on the accelerator.  I drive a Proton Savvy (yes, it’s real – google it) and its not exactly got a lot of grunt, but this was worryingly poor.  I could barely make it around a roundabout in my attempt to get back home.

I made it back to mine and started to panic.  I supposed I could walk to the train station and get to Manchester late, but then that would mean me missing out on the gig. (Technically I could get the train to Leeds, but it would mean getting home at 6am the next day, or something equally ridiculous).  Given what was happening, the sensible option would be to cancel the gig and sort my car out, and I’m a sensible kind of guy.

Here’s the relevant part: I decided to give my car another go.  It seemed to be driving normally.  I found myself driving on the expressway on the way to the M62.  I guess I really wanted to make it to the gig.

Only time (and subsequent blog post) will tell how stupid of a decision this turned out to be.  I just hope that my ‘post-gig’ write up concentrates on intentional on stage comedy, rather than unintentional breakdown recovery service-based comedy.

Post-gig:

So, my car managed to get me to Leeds and back, but that didn’t stop it being a slightly strange day.

Firstly, I was feeling monumentally tired, which in hindsight, was probably me feeling a bit under the weather rather than just being tired. Also, I was sat in a Microsoft seminar all day that was so mind-numbingly dull that even the concept of comedy seemed like a distant dream.

After the seminar I met up with my friend Vic, made an impromptu appearance on the radio and went for a ridiculously rushed tea at Frankie and Benny’s. This resulted in me leaving Manchester around 15 minutes later than I intended to.  My sat nav said that I was due to arrive in Leeds at 20:10 and I was supposed to be at the venue at 20:00. I spent the drive to Yorkshire feeling unduly stressed at the thought of being a bit late.  I think the fact that I wasn’t feeling great exacerbated how much this was bothering me, and it resulted in me not really being in the mood to have a last minute practice whilst driving.

I knew that all things being well, I would be at the venue for quarter past 8 and that would be fine. Only things didn’t go well. I took the wrong turning at one point (and anyone who has driven around Leeds city centre will know how easy that is to do – even with a sat nav).  Now, the Google Navigation app on my phone used to be great, but since the latest update it steadfastly refuses to re-route if you go wrong.  And even if you go out of the app and start the route from scratch, it still doesn’t work (it doesn’t make any sense).  I knew that this was a possibilty, and had already downloaded another app onto my iPhone – it’s a work phone, I’m not having an affair – Skobbler’s Sat Nav 2.  This is a free app and so seems singularly incapable of recognising dead-ends, one-way systems and pedestrianised zones, thus rendering it utterly useless in Leeds city centre.  After a few frustrated laps, ending up where I started off, I gave the Google option another try.  This failed again and I spent a frantic few minutes driving aimlessly, and seemingly on my way out of the city.  By utter chance, the map was still on the screen and I spotted the destination come into view as a point on the map, and I was able to work out the vague direction I needed to go.  Once I got back on what the phone considered to be the correct route, it started to tell me which way to go.

I parked my car and rushed across the street to the venue, getting there at half past 8 – the time the show was supposed to start.  Luckily, it seemed as though quite a few of the other acts were just turning up, so I wasn’t noticably late.  I was, however, too hot, flustered, a bit deaf (I assumed this was related to the high bit of the motorway) and desperate for my bed.  I asked if it was OK if I went on in the first section – so I could sneak off in the interval – and I was asked if I minded going on first. Being the first act is often the hardest – as the audience isn’t fully warmed up – and I’ve never done it before, so I said yes.  The room was nice and intimate, with a friendly atmosphere, however, most of the other people in attendance were other acts.  This was also the night that I’d decided to try and be a bit looser with my set.  I had the first 5 bits planned, and the last, but in-between I was just going to see how I felt on the night.  In practice, this only meant picking 3 bits at my discretion, but at least it was a move in the direction of being a bit freer with my material.

What I did was:

“Stretched Cat”
The “lawyer-advised” Joke Book variant
“This really shifty bloke came up to me…”
Arnie
”Can’t fight the Moonlight” – I don’t usually do this bit after “Arnie”, but I like the way that I can transition between them (although I haven’t got that transition quite right yet).
Telephone Books – This was the last thing I had definitely planned.
Dennis Hollyoaks – I’m still not sure about whether this is worth sticking with or not. I think I should probablytry a different story and see how it feels. I’m not entirely sure how I got so attached to this one.
Fergie Swap
“So she lost her job…”
One Day in Liverpool

I don’t think it went particularly well, but it can be hard to tell when your audience are mainly other comics.  Picking the extra bits of material went fine, however, it did feel like a really weird performance overall.   I wasn’t nervous and I approached the material as I normally would – taking my time and trying to maximise the awkward moments.  I was in the moment and referenced my “stressful” journey as a way of segueing into some of the bits.  I generally felt like I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t feel quite right.  I felt like I was a fraction off my game and it didn’t quite come together.  This is probably the first time where the thing affecting me wasn’t nerves, so it was a really interesting learning experience.

I left the venue just after 9:30, which meant I’d had pretty much a 3 hour round trip to be there for an hour.  That’s what being a fledgling comic is all about.

 

Gig 54: Beat The Frog @ Frog & Bucket, Manchester – 7th May 2012

Pre-gig:

In an incredibly exciting and innovative blogging feature, I’m writing this bit in the venue before the show starts. This is an artistic decision and has nothing to do with me having an hour to kill and there not being anybody here that I know.

So, I’m back at Beat the Frog – this time in Manchester – less than a week after my last attempt.  Last Wednesday, over in Preston (Gig53), I miraculously managed to last the entire five minutes. This was accompanied by a tortuously long diary post explaining the pros and cons of the gong format in tedious detail.  Even with all those thoughts fresh in my mind, I still don’t quite know how I feel about tonight.  I’ve only competed at Manchester BTF once before (Gig 29) and I lasted the full five minutes (but I didn’t win).  Because it took me until my fourth attempt to  beat the frog in Preston, this has lead me to feel – quite possibly erroneously – that I’m more suited to the Manchester audience. I guess we’ll soon see how true that is.

The only other thing to note is that I feel a bit out of sorts this evening (I won’t be any more specific than “toilet trouble”) and I’m not sure how that’s going to affect me.  I do have a vague feeling of wanting to go home to bed, but I’m sure that will go away when it’s time for me to get on stage.

There’s still half an hour to go before show time and there’s already a healthy audience in attendance.  The format of the evening is 2 comics doing 8-minute non-gong spots, then two sections of BTF.  I’m on first in the second gong section, which is usually a good spot on the running order.

Ah – there is someone in tonight that I know (hi Zena), so I’ve just been talking to her.  One of the unforeseen (positive) side effects of performing comedy is turning up at events and randomly bumping into people you know.  I never thought I’d be the sort of person who that happened to.

Anyway, they’ve just announced that it’s 10 minutes until show time, so I suppose I’d better have a look through my index card of nonsense and attempt to get my head in the right place.

Post-gig:

After writing the last part of the post I became surprisingly nervous.  I think this is due to two main reasons:

1)  As I mentioned in my write-up of Gig 53, BTF is a really long night for the acts.  You’re hanging around for a long time, waiting to be directly judged by the audience.  I think it’s natural to feel some nerves, unless you really don’t care whether you last the five minutes or not.

2)  I don’t like to say this for danger of sounding like a prick, but I think I get extra nervous when I see clearly very inexperienced acts lasting for 3-5 minutes and I don’t feel confident that I’ll do better.   If you don’t do as well as acts that are in their first handful of gigs, then it’s going to make you look and feel bad.

As usual, the nerves disappeared by the time I got on stage, but, sadly, I got gonged off after 3 – 4 minutes (it’s really difficult to judge how long you’ve been up there and they don’t seem to tell you any more).  So, I was erroneous in believing that I was better suited to the Manchester audience and I was beaten by some of the inexperienced acts.  It’s a little dispiriting, to say the least.  However, the real problem is that I really don’t know how to judge how it went.  I felt confident in my delivery, and was performing my material how I wanted to.  I also thought it was going over OK with the audience, but this was clearly wrong.

So, I’m back to not knowing whether I should do Beat the Frog again.  Either the audience generally aren’t into what I do, or I’m deluded about what it is I’m doing.  Or both.  I could decide to stop flogging a dead frog and concentrate on other types of gig, or I could persevere and try and work out how to win them round.   One option sounds like giving up and the other like torture (I’ll let you work out which one is which).

Anyway, I’m tired and should probably sleep on it.  And really, I’ve got the luxury of having lots of sleeps on it.

Good night x

Gig 53: Beat The Frog @ Frog & Bucket, Preston – 2nd May 2012

Pre-gig:

I thought I’d write down a few thoughts prior to the gig, as how it goes could change my feelings toward it quite dramatically.   The last time I competed at Beat the Frog (Gig 38) was quite a strange experience.  I had been dreading doing it beforehand, I enjoyed it when I was up there, some people loved it, but I still got gonged off.  I didn’t quite know what to make of it in my original diary post, and I still don’t.  At the time, it seemed like quite a positive experience, and I didn’t really mind getting gonged off.  Enough people seemed to really enjoy what I did for it to feel good.  Also, I’m deluded enough to be able to turn my not lasting the five minutes into me being some kind of comedy maverick outsider figure (I know I’m not).

That was nearly 2 months and 15 gigs ago.  In that time, I’ve gone back to a feeling of dread toward the gong format.  Last time I wrote:

It was perhaps the first gig I’ve done where I hadn’t had any enthusiasm for it beforehand.

It’s safe to say the feeling has returned for a second time.

So, anyway, I need to try and stay positive and give it a good go.  I’m sure I’ll be fine once I’m there, and defeinitely will be by the time I hit the stage.  I don’t hold out a huge amount of hope that I’ll ever win BTF – in Preston or Manchester – but I think getting to the point where I could last the 5 minutes more times than not would be a very useful skill to have.  We’ll have to wait and see whether that’s at all possible.

I’m using existing material for tonight, but I’ve tried to move it around a bit – trying a new opening bit, having stuff in a different order to normal – to at least try and keep it a bit fresher for me.  I also my learn something from the re-jig…assuming that I’m up there long enough to get that far!

Post-gig:

It’s safe to say that last night I went through a range of emotions.  After I’d finished my “pre-gig” write up yesterday, I had an e-mail from a friend describing a dispiriting experience he’d recently had at Beat the Frog in Manchester.  It didn’t really help in my lack of enthusiasm.  After work I stopped of at my parents’ and they could imediately sense my apathy.  They suggested that if I wasn’t up for it that I should just not go.  This, clearly, wasn’t an option.  I did my duty and set off for Preston.

Now, the thing to note about BTF is that, regardless of your feelings toward the gong format, it’s a long night.  The acts have to be at the venue for half past seven and the show doesn’t end until eleven o’clock.  Suffice to say that this duration gave me scope for a variety of mental states.  On arrival, I just assumed I’d be getting gonged off, so I just wanted to get it over and done with.  Once the show had started, I went through a phase of complete calm, where it was almost like I wasn’t actually at a comedy gig (this was exacerbated by the acts being in a curtained off area, watching the show on a telly).  I then went through a suprisingly nervous period in the build up to me going on.  In hindsight, this shouldn’t be so surprising.  In a gong show, you’re being directly judged and it’s only natural to want to do well – even if you might have reservations about it all. I’d also never lasted the full five minutes here, so I was just expecting that I wouldn’t again.

This does sound like I had a self-defeating attitude, that would become a self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. I think it’s important to note that this only really applies in the build up to a gig.  Once I’m on stage (and I’m sure this is the same for a lot of acts), I feel like I’m in my natural environment and I’m doing the thing that I want to be doing.  There’s no way that I’d be letting my doubts stop me from performing properly.

By the time I was stood ready to go on stage – as I predicted- I was looking forward to getting up there and seeing what I could make out of my slightly re-jigged material.  To cut a long story slightly shorter, I managed to last the full five minutes.  I did have one card held up for about half the time, but I got really into my performance and enjoyed myself.

For the records, my set was:

“This really shifty bloke came up to me…” – I decided to try a different opener, for a change, and went with this.  I dressed it up with the “phew, I just made it” conceit that I used (with a different joke) in Gig 49.

New joke book variant: “these are definitely jokes” – I wanted to go with a joke book section, but the “lawyer-advised” thing didn’t really fit with the different opening joke.  Because I flagged the opener as an obvious, ridiculous tall tale, I pretended that sections of the audience didn’t understand that it was a joke.  I then told them that I was going to read them some jokes – stressing that they were definitely jokes – so they could get up to speed with the rest of the audience.  This allowed me to do a different type of aside than I usually do with these jokes.  These gags are intentionally corny, so they’re all about the asides.

One Day in Liverpool – I was unsure whether I could get away with this at a gong show, but I really wanted to try it.  So I did.

Peter Andre – This is just a nice throwaway line for linking between bits.

“And then I…” – When I was waiting to go on, I started to have major doubts about this because it’s basically a cheap laugh (I say something a bit crude).  I did it anyway, because it was a cheap laugh.  It needs to get re-written if I’m going to keep it.

Arnie – and that was all I had time for.  I must have really taken my time with the stuff I had because I thought I’d need more (which I had planned).

So, I’d lasted the five minutes, but I didn’t win.  Thankfully, there was a worthy winner – which isn’t always the case – in Chris McIlroy.  And I’m not just saying that because he said that he sometimes reads my blog; he had the audience in thh palm of his hand for the five minutes and got, by far, the loudest cheer in the clap-off.  I was really pleased with how I did, and I’ve actually got a really good reaction the last two times I’ve done this gig (despite me getting gonged last time).  Considering that at one point I thought I’d never get anybody at that gig to even laugh at me, let alone last the 5 minutes, then that’s something.  Has it changed how I feel about the format?  I’ll have to get back to you on that.

Now the question is this: was all my huffing and puffing and apathy because I don’t like the gong format because of “artistic integrity” or because I didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t doing very well at them.  There’s a theory that in order to progress as a comic you should be able to “beat the frog” consistently, even if you don’t actually win.  I think there’s a lot of sense in this; even if you’re never going to be the audience’s favourite act, you should probably have the basic skills to make them listen to you for five minutes, regardless of your style of comedy.  I think there’s a probably an element of both propositions being true, but it’s really difficult to work out how much of each it is.  At least I’ve got this particular monkey off my back, and I can feel more comfortable in messing about and trying something new if I do it again.

Gig 52: Testing The Water @ Hot Water Comedy Club, Envi, Liverpool – 29th April 2012

Last night’s gig was numerically significant, if nothing else.  I’ve not really set myself any goals since I’ve started performing, but in the back of my mind I thought it would be great if I could average at least one gig per week.  I think doing something once per week, for a year, counts as doing it regularly.  I think I just wanted to be able to say I did this regularly.  In any event, last night was my fifty-second gig, so I reached my target with two weeks to go.  Considering it took me 7 and a half months to do the first 24 gigs, I’ve really got stuck in since the turn of the year.

Anyway, to the gig itself.  I went with the same set that I performed the night before (Gig 51), but I threw in my telephone books bit (Note to self: DON’T FORGET THE TELEPHONE BOOKS BIT), because I remembered about it at the last minute.  The audience were pretty quiet all night, but my stuff seemed to go down OK.  I cocked up my running order at one point, but I just carried on and didn’t let it put me off.

When I got to “So she lost her job…”, someone in the audience asked who “she” was.  Now, I can’t say who it is because that’s the whole point of the joke.  I fobbed her off, but a few more people mentioned it.  This kind of completely took away the momentum of the joke and also highlighted too much that it was obviously a joke.  I decided to pretend to get angry and have a go at people ruining it; I ended by doing a quick version of the joke and frustratedly blurted out the punchline.  I was pleased with how I dealt with it.

I ended again with One Day in Liverpool.  Weirdly, I got a bit muddled up during the “play” and lost track of who I was supposed to be (and got accused of doing a Brummie accent).  I just went with it and made it all part of the act.  It was fun to have things go wrong and go with them, because that really fits in to what I’d ultimately like to achieve with my straight stand up.

In conclusion: another gig where I didn’t do brilliantly, but where I had a lot of fun.

Gig 51: Comedy Night @ The Ferry Tavern, Warrington – 28th April 2012

Last night’s gig was unusual in three main respects:

1) I only found out about it at 3pm on the day, when the organiser asked if anybody was free on Facebook. This is my second ever most impromptu gig after Gig 4.

2) It was only my second hometown gig (the other was Gig 5) and by far the closest to where I live. It took me 7 minutes to drive home. Seven. And, yes, I timed it. Amazing.
3) It was the first time one of my family has seen me perform. More on that later.

I was out doing improv when I confirmed the gig, so it was all slightly last minute, but I had a set (more or less) ready to go for another planned gig. I did a run through on my drive home and I felt confident that I knew my running order. I got home with about an hour to go before I had to leave again, but I felt I needed to squeeze in another run through of my material. I always get a bit nervous before playing a new venue (because you don’t know what to expect), and this was exacerbated by it being last minute and had put myself in the firing line by volunteering for it. Oh, and my brother was going to be there.

It took me a long time to let anyone I know come and watch me perform. It’s hard enough to get up there in the first place without the added pressure of people wanting you to do well. Just because you know someone – even someone you know well – doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll be into your style of comedy. It’s an awkwardness I really don’t need when trying to concentrate on getting through my ten minutes. I have relaxed this stance as I’ve gained more confidence, but I’ve never had a family member in attendance. My brother had text me yesterday morning to ask if I had a gig, and I said I hadn’t. Because I hadn’t. But then I got a gig. It felt like fate telling me that I should finally let him come and watch me. So I did. This would have been fine if he hadn’t turned up having drunk a few too many. If there’s one thing I learned from watching live comedy over the years it’s that drunk people and comedy don’t mix. Anyway, in the end, he was well behaved, but I was pretty stressed out and it wasn’t ideal pre-gig preparation.

Thankfully, I managed to pull myself together and I was pleased with my performance. The venue was a local pub, so the audience was an intriguing mix, including quite a few older clientele. I don’t really have a plan-b set to wheel out for old folks, so I just had to go with what I had and try to sell it. My set was:

1. “Stretched cat” – quickly followed by…
2. The “lawyer-advised” Joke Book variant (see Gig 38 for details) – I sneaked the Loyd Grossman, which I tried in Gig 49, in here in place of one of the others. The jokes are intentionally cheesey and I really played this up, and targeted different audience members to deliver them to.
3. “This really shifty bloke came up to me…” – I’ve not done this since Gig 42, so I thought I’d throw it back in.
4. ”Can’t fight the Moonlight”
5. Peter Andre
6. Fergie Swap – Another return following Gig 49.
7. Arnie
8. “And then I…” – This is a new bit. I’m not sure how it went, so I’ll give it another try.
9. Dennis Hollyoaks – In fairness, this was never going to work with the audience, but I, again, didn’t have the wherewithal to not go with it. I did reference their indifference to the material in its climax, so I was at least pleased with that.
10. “Who’d win in a fight..” – This bit debuted in Gig 49. It didn’t really work, but this is a bit which is entirely about the delivery, and it might take a few attempts to find out quite how to do it (or whether I should just not do it).
11. “So she lost her job…”
12. One Day in Liverpool – Although I performed this last week (Gig 50), it was In character and I’ve been trying to sneak it back into straight stand up for ages. It didn’t really go down as well as it has in the past – despite the seemingly appropriate subject matter.

It was a difficult gig to judge. I don’t think I died, and got plenty of laughs, but there were also a bunch of people who didn’t even remotely crack a smile. From a performance perspective, I was confident and I had fun in playing around with both the material and the audience. Overall, it was a fun gig.

And I got home in 7 minutes. SEVEN!

Gig 50: Embryo 11 @ Mello Mello, Liverpool – 22nd April 2012

I stumbled across Embryo on Facebook. As the name suggests, it’s a night in which acts (of any description) can get up try and new material in a supportive environment. Not only did this seem ideal for me to try out some character\weird stuff that I couldn’t do at a straight stand-up nights, but it was also in Liverpool, a place I’ve only gigged in once before (Gig 9).  I immediately e-mailed the organisers and booked a spot.

My preparations for the gig were pretty nebulous. I thought I’d try my Simeon Gold character again (I’ve only previously done it at Gig 26), only I’d use some different plays to the ones I did last time.  It would be interesting to try character comedy somewhere other than SAS Comedy, where my style seems to go down well.  In his first outing, Simeon performed “Spies Like Us”, “Bertie’s Speech” and “One Day in Liverpool”. This time, I decided to go with “Who Da Man?”, “Fear of Flying” and “One Day in Liverpool”. It seemed silly not to go with the Liverpool based play, given where I would be performing. It’s also the one that’s gone down best when I’ve done it before. I have performed the two new plays before but not in character (originally appearing at Magical Animals – Gig 6 & Gig 11). I’ve also used “Who Da Man?” and “O.D.I.L.” at a other non-character gigs. On some level, I guess you could accuse me of not performing new stuff at a new material night, but the context of doing those particular plays in that character was certainly something new. So there.

I only got around to having a practice the day before the gig and realised that, although I knew the basics of the plays, I didn’t know them well enough to perform them fluently. I also didn’t know Simeon’s introductory spiel well enough, so it took a few goes to get it anywhere near unembarrassing. Little bits would come back to me every time I ran through it, and, although I wasn’t exactly overly prepared, I was ready to go.

Embryo itself was an electic mix – including stand up, sketches, music and burlesque (he he nudie woman!) – and the audience was involved and appreciative of what the performers were trying to do. It was an ideal environment for trying my nonsense out. I was a little nervous before going on, but I really enjoyed myself once I was on stage. I don’t want to say too much about how I thought it went. Part of the evening is that the audience members write down feedback for the acts, which is then collated and e-mailed to us. It’s not an exageration to say that I’m terrified at the prospect. It certainly seemd to go OK, but I’m not going to make any proclamations until I read the feedback. If I’m brave, I might even share it with you.

Gig 49: Comedy Balloon @ The Ape and Apple, Manchester – 18th April 2012

Cover of "Crocodile Dundee"I don’t think it would be self aggrandising to say that I do a lot of different types of gigs.  This means that although I do write quite a lot of material it tends to be for completely new things.  As a result, I don’t write as much for my straight stand up set as I’d like to.  And, typically, this is the type of material that I find hardest to get right.

I’ve been wanting to develop some fresh material for a while – and I really need to think of a plan for how I do that – but as a short term measure I came up with the concept of “Ste Price’s Greatest Misses”.  I would basically look back at some of the material I’d only tried once or twice before (and a few bits I’d never tried) and give them another go to see if I could make them work.  Most of the bits came from very early gigs, so there’s always a chance that I just didn’t sell them properly at the time and unjustly dropped them.  I also liked that the “Greatest Misses” conceit gave the set a hook, and this could give me the room to play around with it a bit.  The Comedy Balloon is a nice gig for trying new stuff, so my plan was set.  It didn’t take long to pull together a list of bits, and it was surprisingly easy to get back into them, especially considering I’d only done some of them once before, nearly a year ago.  Some of the bits came out fully-formed the first time I practiced them, and everything came together within a few run-throughs.

Although I could have learned a set order for the bits pretty easily, I decided to just have them as a list on an index card.  This would make it easier for me to pick and choose what I’d do and in what order, depending on what felt right on the night.   However, this did mean that I wasn’t sure how long it was all going to last (although it seemed likely if I did everything that it would be over 10 minutes), especially as there was a chance that I’d mess around between the bits, commenting on them.  As a result I decided to time myself during the gig, get to 9 minutes and then close on a particular joke.

My spot was first in the second section, which is a nice place to be, but, unfortunately, some of the audience left in the interval, leaving a slightly odd vibe to the room.  The audience consisted of 3 actual real audience members (students who didn’t seem to laugh at any of the acts), about 5 other comics who weren’t performing, then around 6 of the acts who were performing.  I did consider whether this should actually count as an official gig – like the infamous Gig 8a – but there were enough people present to make it worth performing, even if it was a slightly odd mix.

You can probably sense that I’m leading up to telling you that it didn’t go particularly well.  It didn’t.

In the first half, the students had been asked if they had ever watched The Goonies; they hadn’t.  I looked at my index card and realised that lots of my bits were reliant on 1980s references.  It didn’t really help my chance of success, and, in retrospect, I think the reason I haven’t done some of this material since is because it’s meaningless to younger audiences.  I’ve actually dropped another one of my personal favourite bits exactly for this reason.

Luckily, I had the central conceit of “Greatest Misses”, so I could at least make a point out of me missing certain jokes out, and about them not getting others.  As I started, I forgot to start my stopwatch (I always do) so I wouldn’t know how long I’d done.  This did prove a bit of a distraction and I just had to guess.

Here’s what I did:

Revolutionary Era France – I thought I had only done this a couple of times before, but in my write up of Gig 17 I describe it as “my usual closer”.  I guess that I subconsciously chose to open with it because it’s worked in the past, but I’ve not done it for ages.   I think it was OK, but the main plus was that I really liked the way I started, pretending that I was out of breath and that I had only just made it to to  the gig on time (despite having clearly been sat there all night).

Intro for “Greatest Misses Concept” – Rather than just say “I’m doing some new material, I told the audience that I didn’t have enough material and had to choose between writing something new or rehashing old stuff, and that I’d chose the latter.

Crocodile Dundee –  Well, here was a reference that wasn’t going to work, but in the context of how the bit plays out, it doesn’t matter too much.  The only time I’ve done this before was at Gig 8, also at the Balloon.   It went pretty much the same as last time, only I probably performed it better.  It’s a bit like I really like, but you have to get through a long stretch of blank looks to get to the punchline, which isn’t really related to the bulk of the material.  It’s certainly a bit that I’ll think about doing again.

“I’m sat at a desk…” – Previously I’ve only done this at Gig 25 and Gig 30.  I like the structure of it, but I don’t think it’s actually that funny.  I’ll more than likely drop it.

Extinction of birds\80s martial arts – This was in my original batch of straight material, first performed at Gig 2.  I perhaps did it once or twice again, but it was very quickly dropped because it’s incredibly niche, but not actually funny.  I chose not to do it because it’s incredibly niche, but not actually funny.  I did make a thing of this by telling the audience that I wasn’t doing it because… well, you know the rest.  I weirdly have a fondness for it.  The only way it’s likely to appear again is if I’m trying to do a very weird set.

Moments in history – This was previously only performed at Gig 2.  It was dropped because somebody told me that it was a bit obvious, but I’ve always quite liked it.  It didn’t really go down well, but I still like it.  I probably won’t do it again.

Raunchy Story – This started life as the first half of my “Personal Bit”, originally performed at Gig 7.  I then performed it on it’s own at Gig 8, before dropping it. I decided that the second half was stronger.  That’s why I still do it.   Anyway, I did a little re-write on my “raunchy story” and some bits definitely worked.  I do quite like it and might try and develop it.  The only thing that worries me is that it’s meant to be so sexist that it’s utterly ludicrous.  I wouldn’t want anybody to misunderstand and like it because they thought I was actually being sexist.   Oh, and I definitely need to improve the ending.

Loyd Grossman – I’ve actually done this quite a few times before, but not for a while.  It’s one of my really lame jokes, so needs to be transferred to Den Kodd‘s arsenal of lame jokes.

Who’d win in a fight… – This was a completely new bit (but from very old notes).  It seemed to go down OK, so it will get another airing.

Fell off a Cliff – Another bit from Gig 2 that may have been used once or twice in early gigs.  It was a “maybe”, but possibly might be another transfer to Den Kodd.

Job Interview – Only previously performed at Gig 2.  It didn’t really work and the punchline is to mention something that I’d rather not mention – even when I’m making fun of it. (I mentioned Babestation).

“20p tip” -  As I’ve already mentioned, things weren’t going great and I didn’t know how long I’d done.  When I got to this bit, I thought I was getting close to 10 minutes, so I didn’t do it (i.e. I chickened out).  It’s a bit I haven’t done before (although I thought of it back in August).  I’m sure I’ll do it at some point (although it’s pretty stupid).

“And Then I…” – Another new bit that I also didn’t do.

Ray Liotta – An old bit that I didn’t do.

Frank Spencer, Android? – Previously only performed at Gig 14.  It didn’t get anything (I outdid myself by using a 70s reference), but I quite like it.  Probably just because it mentions Frank Spencer.

Fergie Swap – I had planned to finish with “My depressed friend” (another Gig 2 only classic), but I bailed and went with this instead. I’ve done this bit a few times – Gig 14,  Gig 17, Gig 18 and Gig 21).  I only remembered about it at the last minute, which is strange because it’s a bit that I always really liked.  There’s two parts to it.  The punchline to the first half is that there is no punchline.  This got no reaction whatsoever, so I kind of went into a disjointed half-hearted version of the second half.  I kind of liked the odd ending, so that was a positive (the audience not liking it might counterbalance that, though).  I think I’ll probably give it another try.

Immediately post-gig, I didn’t really know what to make of it.  It didn’t go great, but then it was a tough audience.  The good thing about writing this blog – and please forgive this post’s verbosity\anal-retentiveness – is that it’s allowed me to make sense of what happened and clarify what I’ll do with the material I tried.  Every performance is a learning experience, I just apologise for sharing it with you in such depth.

Gig 48: SAS Comedy @ Lass O’ Gowrie, Manchester – 14th April 2012

Another month, another stupid character act performed by me at SAS Comedy.  This time…Harry Potter!

The inspiration for doing this as a character basically came because I had the wig, found the glasses and realised that I could combine them to look enough like Potter to make a Bobby’s Snacks advert.  The result was this:

Last month, whilst at SAS (Gig 39), it struck me that I could use the “character” I created for the video, and also write some of my awful punny jokes based on the world of Potter, and combine these into a new act for the next SAS.  And that’s what I did.

My grand vision was to have a foul-mouthed, Northern Harry Potter who had decided to try his hand at stand up (in the same way that Gary Barlow gave comedy a go in Gig 10 and Gig 15 – which I can’t believe is so long ago!).  I managed to grind out 11 Potter puns and with my sweary introduction had about a 5 minute set.  I only actually managed to complete it on the day of the gig, but I decided to read the jokes out (which I made part of the act), so there wasn’t a lot to memorise.  There was an awful lot of stuff to carry, though: Gryffindor tie, wig, glasses, fairy wand, eyeliner (for fake scar), some Bobby’s Snacks (for a rather niche callback to last month) and a makeshift invisibility cloak (the blanket I sit under on the sofa).  My commitment to my art is quite incredible.

Boringly, it went well again.  My run of success at SAS has grown to worrying proportions.  I’m due an epic failure and it’s going to be painful when it hits.  The only slight negative, from a personal perspective, is that I felt slightly self-conscious of being reliant on the intentionally bad jokes again.  This might be slightly harsh, as last month’s Bobby’s Snacks tribute didn’t use them.  In any event, I’ve already got an idea on what I’m going to try next and it won’t be using puns, so maybe I should just shut up.

As if I need to mention it again, SAS Comedy is my favourite night of the month, you owe it to yourself to get yourself along to it.

Gig 47: Magical Animals @ Sandbar, Manchester – 9th April 2012

This was my eighth appearance at Magical Animals; my first being back in July (Gig 6) and I’ve done every one that there has been since.  I’ve enjoyed every one that I’ve been to; it’s undoubtedly Manchester’s oddest\most eccentric spoken word night.  You never know quite what you’re going to get at M.A.  Acts are given 4 minutes to whatever they want to do, be it poetry, fiction, stand up or just whatever.  Given the free-wheeling nature of the night, you can see some really weird and wonderful stuff.  You also see some things that are dreadful, but, you know, it’s dreadful in that thrilling way of people just trying whatever idea it is they’ve felt they’ve had to express (I’ve definitely fallen into this category!).

So, as I say, I’m something of a M.A. veteran these days, but this month’s event was different.  This month, I was the winner.  Yes, I was the Magical Animal (although nobody actually uses that as a term other than me).  Hopefully this will explain why there’s a photo of me sporting a rather magnificent tiara.

I decided to perform a couple of short stories that I’d had picked prior to the previous M.A. (Gig 40):  Billy’s Club and The One Second Flip Flop.  Now, if you take it at face value – I read a couple of short stories original from my blog off a piece of paper – you might not think there was much to learn from the experience.  What’s really interesting, as a performer, is how you can make the fixed words of a story come to life – in the way that you want it to – through tone of voice, performance and by throwing in asides around the story.   It’s more than just reading the story in an engaging way.  I like to subvert and change the text by throwing in asides at the audience, hopefully taking them by surprise.  Surprise is an amazing when when you’re trying to make someone laugh.

Anyway, that’s enough pontificating for one blog post.  I’m off to wear my tiara whilst parading around my kitchen.  Adios.

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