Just this past week, I was fortunate enough to attend a performance of Stewart Lee’s Pea Green Boat, not once but twice!
From the outset, I need to be clear that I am not, in any way, trying to write a theatre review here. 1,174 more words
Following last years’s sell out Big Stupid Comedy Night for Shelter which raised over £2000 for national housing charity Shelter, Laugh Out London (third best comedy club in London – Time Out) returns to Bob Slayer’s Grotto of Comedy for two nights of festive comedy fun. 481 more words
20th October 20015 – Lolitics at The Black Heart Bar, Camden
Last night was one of my rare gigs. Having spent 5 to 7 days a week doing full length shows for the last eight years, I decided to stop stand up, going so far as performing an (almost) retirement show in the early summer. 1,038 more words
I’m not sure what’s more believable, a cat that’s called Jeremy Corbyn or the Labour parties chances at the next general election. Honestly, they both sound as farfetched as each other. 439 more words
The Count is tired. A full afternoon watching Helen Mirren’s one-woman version of ‘Bartleby The Scrivener’ has addled his mind. Despite downing a few Condoleezza Rices (that’s one part gin, one part melted caramac, one lip of Drambuie and a quart of peasant girl’s tears for all of you cocktail fans) with fellow attendees Noam Chomsky, whispy-quiffed meta-comic Stewart Lee and Toronto Blue Jays’ pitcher David Price, the Count is in need of emollient rhythyms and sweet smells. 415 more words
A short while ago (a deliberately vague use of time) I toyed with the idea of becoming a comedian. Not because I thought I was funny but because I had this romantic idea that, through the genre of satire, you can not only make people laugh but help people challenge their level of social consciousness. 562 more words