This evening was spent at a club.
Get down with the beat, yeah!
Not a dance club, with thudding music and loud thumping beats - but a club for people who talk and listen.
Ooooooh, a singles club. All the birds and-
No, not a singles club.
A comedy club. That, Alter, is where comedians try to be funny.
Like....clowns?
No....not like clowns. You go there, they stand on a little stage and they tell jokes. Sometimes they act a bit, other times they make the audience do things - but most of the time they improvise.
My point is that here, 4400 miles away from England, moat of the jokes worked. Even the jokes at the expense of the Americans, racist jokes, sexiest jokes, fat jokes and blonde jokes.
All pointed at someone. All broke some -ism. And almost all got a laugh.
Those few that didn't...got a groan.
But the funniest lines were the ones at the expense of reality, life and the audience.
Such as the man who was celebrating getting a new job with some friends. He was moving from being a renewable resource engineer to a demolitions engineer.
Or the couple that were getting divorced. Not from each other, but from their partners. And they came to the comedy club to celebrate.
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This occurred to me last night; have you developed a change in accent at all?
Don't worry if you have, we'll beat it out of you. ;-p
It won't be too long before comedy clubs, and by association comedians, will have to start going underground lest they incur the wrath of the Political Correctness (gone mad) Police.
See you soon,
Luke
Unlike some other Robin Hoods, I speak with an English Accent.
oh and since when are you cary elwes
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