Druggggzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (again)

So this weekend I was MC'ing at a gig in the east end of London. On Friday night there weren't too many in, about 100. They were lively but in the first half it wasn't a problem. Part two was a different story however.

I'm guessing some kind of mood altering substance had been ingested by at least half the crowd, and sadly it wasn't one that made em chilled. The rest of the gig was a bleeding nightmare! Why on earth would you do a drug that makes you think YOU are the funniest person in the world and then go to a comedy club ffs!

Saturday thank god, was a whole different kettle of fish, and all of us - Stephano Paolini, Simon Bligh, Martin Davis and John Moloney - had a cracking time. What a difference 24 hours makes eh?

I have to say that as horrible as Friday night was, its one of the reasons I love doing stand-up, you can do the same room for 30 straight nights in a row, and get 30 different responses...it never, ever gets boring!