May 30th, 2005
Well the set didn’t go that well 90% of it was useless, so I think this is a drp it and start again situation.
Hello
A general survival technique .
Don’t get friendly with the dolphins
exspecaily if your a tuna.
I’m dyslexic. At school If couldn’t spell something they’d give me a dictionary. Great, don’t know the alphabet and haven’t a clue how it’s spelt. So basically you want me to read a thousand page book and pick the description that fit best.
Sorry, Usually my set are incredible rude, however the last time I did a gig I found my self in the awkward situation of doing a impression of raping Mt T in, in front of a audience full of pensioners. It kinda scarred me; I’ve completely lost my nerve now, every time I look at you all I see are these small withered, disapproving faces. Going
“ow so I fort in a war for this.â€
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May 23rd, 2005
Now this was me testing a permise and really I think it was a bad test. I wanted to get away from the wanting to make people laught, so I created a character that refused to crack jokes becaus ethey were too funny. It was a bit like monthy python ‘The Killer Joke’ but not funny. A very painful memory…
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That ain’t funny
I’m fucking funny
I’m fucking hysterical.
I could do jokes that
It starting at school
I did like a tight one-liner right in this kids left
eye. He was lucky.
Kill the right side of his brain,creative side, yer
now he walk like robot. He out on covent garden, he
just trying to get to work.
Don’t look at me with those come to bed eyes, I’m
booked up until the alcoplyse. Thats ten times a
night.
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