In which I attempt crowd work, shout at Canterbury and improvise jokes about Roman wiping their bums with geese. Gig no: 30. Where? Heavenly Comedy, The Green Pub, Shepherd’s Bush Why? Asked. Who Held My Hand? Not a bringer. What Happened? This gig is on the day of the Grenfell Tower fire and the whole area … Continue reading Pre-Fringe Comedy Catch-up.
AKA “THAT EFFING COMPETITION”
The problem about a competition called So You Think You’re Funny is that by the act of entering, you are publicly declaring: Yes I Do Think I’m Funny and consequently, when you don’t get through the first round, that’s you well and truly told: No You’re Not. Yep, we’re whizzing through a few events here … Continue reading AKA “THAT EFFING COMPETITION”
Another gig, another dungeon…
Gig no 28. Where? Comedy Bin at T-bird, Finsbury Park. Why? Never done it and they let me. Who Held My Hand? Not a bringer night. What Happened? It’s the last time I’m doing my 7mins before this bloody competition, then I never want to talk about Uniform Dating ever again. Finsbury Park is scary. There are … Continue reading Another gig, another dungeon…
TAKE THAT, SATAN!
Gig no: 27 Where? Pegasus Comedy at THE ROSE & CROWN, KENTISH TOWN. Yeah, THAT place again. Why? I am a masochist. Who Held My Hand? Satan. Oh and my blogger mate Ian. What Occurred?? After dying here twice, I finally whup this venue’s ass. In terms of butterfly wings, it isn’t an event to cause … Continue reading TAKE THAT, SATAN!
Comedy-on-Sea!
Gig no: 26. Where? Pick of the Fringe at The Quadrant, Brighton Comedy Festival BABY! Why? Applied for it online and struck lucky Who Held My Hand? My very tired husband, my glamorous actress friend and her Aussie partner. What Happened? I’m performing in the very last gig of the very last day of the Brighton … Continue reading Comedy-on-Sea!
Lizzie Hopley 