Hi, I was just wondering if anyone could give me some advice? I realise this might not be the best place to do this, but I'm in the process of trying to write my first stand-up routine. I haven't got an open spot booked yet, trying to work on the material first seemed like the better thing to do to me, to try and boost my confidence up a little bit. I've got no problem with the idea of getting on a stage, as I'm one of the main characters in my local panto every year, it's just the writing side that I'm more concerned with. Below is a copy of my first draft, and I would really appreciate it if anyone could give me some criticisms or advice on what I've done. Like I said, it IS my first time, so please be gentle!
I have reason to believe that Justin Bieber is a reincarnation of Hitler. It makes sense, because I'm pretty sure that if he had the physical ability to grow facial hair, Justin Bieber would have a proper dodgy moustache, they've both got dodgy side-swept fringes, and both are loved and hated in equal measure; I would say like marmite, but that's a ridiculous analogy, because, like most people, I think, I don't love OR hate marmite. To me it's more like a one night stand. I can live without it, sometimes I want more if I do have it, but it's only really good if there's toast involved. Also, going back to dodgy moustaches, why is it only ever referred to as 'a Hitler moustache'? Charlie Chaplin had the exact same moustache. Well, not the EXACT same moustache, they didn't meet up and say "you can have it Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays, I'll have it Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, and Sundays we'll both go clean-shaven."
I wouldn't be at all surprised if there is actually research being conducted into why this is. There's always pointless research happening. I heard the other day that psychologists have 'discovered' that a fear of spiders is derived from a repressed memory of watching your parents having sex. There's a number of reasons why this is bollocks. Number one, what connection is there? Well, the beast with two backs also has eight limbs. That's it. This implies that watching anyone have sex will cause a fear of spiders. Although a fear of porn is more likely. Second reason why this 'discovery' is rubbish - a fear of spiders is not due to your parents, its due to the fact that spiders are pure evil. They just sit there and watch you with their evil beady little eyes. Reason number three, I woke up in the middle of the night once and heard a noise, which I thought was the sound of my mum in pain. So I walked into my parents' bedroom, and my mum was there, and my dad was there... and I said "Are you OK mum, you sound like you're in pain?" For some reason my dad looked really embarrassed, but my mum just said "Um... yeah, I've just got a headache." By the way, if you haven't figured out what my parents were doing yet... lucky you. I hadn't figured out what they were doing, because I was only six. I did realise slightly later on though. But being six, my initial response to that was "Do you want me to get you some Calpol?" Because Calpol solves everything when you're six. And I will never forget what my mum said then. She said "No, that's OK, your Dad's sorting it out for me." And because I'll never forget that moment, and because I'm scared of spiders myself, it just proves that 'a repressed memory of seeing your parents have sex causes a fear of spiders' is bollocks.
What really annoys me is when people say 'They're more scared of you than you are of them.' Lies! I was moving some stuff around in my kitchen the other day, and I picked up a step ladder and a massive great big beast (with only one back) dropped down from wall onto the floor and looked straight at me. I naturally jumped back a bit, and then it started chasing me across my kitchen floor. I was running backwards, and still holding my step ladder - I looked like a wannabe lion tamer working their way up from smaller creatures. Luckily it ran under a cupboard and I haven't seen it since, but I'm pretty convinced that it's plotting a way to kill and eat me. Which is why it's still hanging out in my kitchen, because it knows that when it comes to eating people, its only really good if there's toast involved.
P.S. If you managed to get through all that, I'm not sure if I should thank you or congratulate you. But anything you've got to say is greatly appreciated.
Thanks,
Charlotte