JCC at the Milk Maid pub, Willingham Cambridge, 2nd May 1998:
Thin as he is (human hockey stick with hair), or as they shout at him in
Manchester,
Oi' Clarkey, get back on drugs you fat cunt.
He was eating the pub grub with his daughter when I arrived. I figured he needed the calories so I left him alone till after the performance.
The audience was quite a mixed bunch from literary types in suits (not
drainpipes) to punk's not dead cropheads.
The set list went something like this...
The jokes and the banter were superb even if I had heard or maybe read on your website the Alzheimers/Aids joke before.
The hall is normally used for a country and western clubwith the
confederate flag and stars and bars hanging and jcc identified
each of the cowboy heroes in pictures on the walls then slipped into cowboy drawl.
He reminded us that the Navy Colt favoured by Wyatt Earp had a short
range over which they were accurate because of the barrel length and bore, so when gunfights took place it wasn't like in the movies but that the duelling cowboys would be about eighteen
inches apart. Bang! Missed me.
He talked about food in different places
In Germany it's meat and two meat with a meat side garnish and a julienne of finely sliced meat.
In Norway it's pickled gherkin, pickled fish, smoked fish on ice. So when Olaf gets home from a cold day at the fjord he eats even colder food. He described walking down a five mile buffet in Norway and not finding anything to eat. He likened wedding buffets to hanna barbera cartoons.
You know how Tom and Jerry has an infinite detailed background, but in Hanna-Barbera when Deputy Dawg is chasing somebody the flat background is cloud - cactus - mountain, cloud - cactus - mountain, cloud - cactus - mountain.
...At Weddding Buffets it's Ham - quiche - chicken, ham - quiche - chicken, ham - quiche - chicken.
The Day My Pad Went Mad
Health Fanatic
Hire Car
I married a monster
Evidently Chickentown
Beasly Street
(Don't want to go back to) Burnley
Haiku
...A non rhyming limerick I never heard before about being stung by a bee
Tom Jones
Martin Newell
Twat
Thanks to Dave Earlham for the review.