Hi guys, I posted on here a while ago with my first attempt at writing a stand-up routine, and although I got some good feedback and advice, I threw all of what I wrote in the bin and started again. Basically, I was just wondering if anyone could go through this and give any feedback? Very different to what I wrote previously, and it's only about a minute, maybe two,and probably needs a bit of editing in places, but I'm much happier with this than what I wrote previously. If anyone could give me some criticisms or feedback on this, I would appreciate it, just to know that I'm really not going to make a complete tit out of myself. Thanks in advance.
I'm 23 years old, and fully aware that I'm older than I look. It's both a blessing and a curse; I get cheaper bus journeys - bonus, but I also get asked for ID in Tesco when I'm only buying a sratchcard. Apparently, "You should never ask a woman how old she is" is not an appropriate response.
I'm quite a predictable person sometimes. Like when I'm playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, for example, I always go for the same option. Nothing beats a good cup of tea.
I do have a nickname as well, which stems from when I was helping my dad do the washing up once. As all good nicknames do. He was washing; I was drying and putting away, and I double checked with him that there were no more dishes left, and he said "Yep, that's your onions." I said "What do you mean, that's my onions?" He said "that... shallot." So because my name is Charlotte, which apparently sounds a little bit like shallot, my dad hasn't called me anything BUT Onion ever since. He told me the other day that he couldn't wait for me to have kids, just so that he could legitimately say "Introduce to your off...spring...onion."
I also think there's too much music around now. There is litterally a song that can be related to any situation, any mood. I was thinking about this the other day when I was in my kitchen and I had my iPod on shuffle, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I heard the Streets song Dry your Eyes mate. I opted for crying. I was chopping onions at the time.
If Apple bought the Millennium Wheel, would the individual capsules that you stand in be called London I-pods?