This is a true… I say, a true story… I say, a true story about this famous comedian who got on stage and…

I had tea with a comedy writer yesterday who told me about a charity comedy gig he once attended in which a famous stand-up comic (whom he named) performed.

The famous stand-up comic was – unusually – slightly the worse for wear on the complimentary drink and went on stage to perform his 20-minute spot. The first half went well but then – and remember he was a bit drunk – he started repeating exactly the same ten-minute routine he had already just performed, word-for-word.

The audience was slightly bemused, then started to laugh because they presumed this must be intentional and they were watching some sort of highly original post-modernist surreal and slightly experimental comedy routine. Then, as the same sentences and the same jokes continued, they became confused and silent. And finally, still confused, there started to be erratic laughter and giggles in the audience because the whole silliness of the situation got to them.

The comedian came off stage, still not realising what he had done, confused at the reaction to his well-tried and well-tested comedy material, and said:

“That was a strange old audience.”

Because it was a charity gig and he was performing for free, nobody told him what had happened.

The audience presumably went home thoroughly confused, not knowing what they had seen, presuming it was some cutting-edge comedy which had not fully worked but presumably not able to believe in their wildest dreams that it was simply a drunken mistake.


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2 responses to “This is a true… I say, a true story… I say, a true story about this famous comedian who got on stage and…

  1. A few years ago I went to the Edinburgh Festival with friends, intending to see Johnny Vegas, of whom I am a big fan. Needless to say, when we got there, tickets were impossible to get, as his shows were sold out. At the bar of the Gilded balloon, whilst waiting to be served, I mentioned this to the guy next to me. As luck would have it, he turned out to be Johnny’s manager, and was going to the next show with his missus and the director of Johnny’s ITV Digital ads (with the monkey). Again he confirmed tickets were like gold dust.

    20 minutes later, as he was leaving for the show, he offered his wife’s ticket to me, as she wasn’t a fan. In a shot I abandoned my mates, and headed for the VIP seats in the venue.

    Johnny’s show started well enough, although he seemed pretty drunk, which I thought was part of his schtick. After about 5 minutes, he asked an audience member to get him 5 Zambucas from the bar. Once delivered, he lined them up and began knocking them back, whilst sitting on the edge of the stage. After just 4, he struggled to his feet, and was violently sick on the stage, inadvertently splashing some girls in the front row (who immediately ran off). My doubts about this being part of the act were confirmed when his manager next to me started muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!”, and then having a panicked conflab with the advert director.

    After the show, I relayed this to my friends, who were still hacked off that I had ditched them. They didn’t believe it, so I said they would surely see reports in the next days papers and reviews. To my total surprise these reports never transpired, but instead there was a very positive “exclusive” over a 2 page spread in The Sunday Mail.

    I can’t help but think that a deal was done that benefited all parties, to keep the puking story under wraps.

    PS. I still like JV a lot. He’s very talented and naturally funny.

  2. ..I think this is how the present Government got in ‘power’ as the same idea sounds about right.

    Just a thought.

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