At this point in time my material is in bullet point format, and i would obviously flesh it out on stage. But let me know if i'm on the right track with any of my ramblings.
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- Local Indoor markets are just crap. No attractive person has ever been inside one. They are like a time warp back to 1973. Only place where they still sell ‘bric-a-brac' – whatever the hell that is. Same 4 types of stall in each market, repeated over and over. You can't walk in there wearing anything other than clothes from ‘Ethel Austin' or ‘Stolen from Ivor': ‘Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here with your fancy non-polyester shirts.'
The guy at the sweet stall defines you by what sweets you choose:
ME: ‘I'll have a quarter of strawberry bon-bons please.'
STALL: ‘What are you….a f**king poof?'
ME: ‘Sorry, did I say bon-bons? I actually meant can I have a pound of raw, unrefined aniseed.'
It's like an episode of Bruce Parry's ‘Tribe'. When you're on your mobile, they whisper: "Look, his phone's got no wires or nothing!"
- Summer holidays. Butlins adverts always just have a fat kid in them, splashing out the end of a waterslide. As a kid you always wanted to go to Disneyland, but always ended up going to places with names that sounded like you were going to have a shit time - like Bognor Regis or Rhyl. Then one holiday you'd go to Disneyland…in Paris. Going to Disneyland Paris carries an element of shame. You can't even be bothered getting photo taken with the characters. ‘You're not the real Mickey!' - Like he's your foster father or something.
For a man, sex is like going on holiday to Disneyland. The car journey there is foreplay: a long, tedious journey, but you persevere because you know eventually you’ll get to Disneyland. Sex itself is like being at Disneyland: one exciting ride after the next. But then you leave the park, have a chance to reflect and think to yourself: ‘What a waste of money’…or maybe that is just my sexual experience.
- My name is Polish, as my grandparents moved here from Poland. Having a Polish name used to be a nice quirky thing, like if you were from Luxembourg or something:
MAN: ‘Where is your name from?'
ME: ‘It's Polish.'
MAN: ‘Oh….shame about that war.'
ME: ‘Yeah, we were shit.'
Now, it's:
MAN: ‘Where is your name from?'
ME: ‘It's Polish.'
MAN: ‘Get out.'
ME: ‘….Excuse me?'
MAN: ‘GET…OUT.'
ME: ‘But this is a public footpath?'
MAN: ‘Get out of my country, you job thieving bastard!'
We blame immigrants for everything. No jobs? Immigrants. Poor economy? Immigrants. This milk has curdled – f**king immigrants!
- Pigeons are so English – lazy, fat scroungers. Only animal you can kick and get away with it with a knowing nod. Pigeon trying to fly – seems like such an effort. They don’t migrate for the winter: ‘Nah, not a big fan of the continent. Might pop down to Morcambe for the day if the weather doesn’t turn.’ Vet’s don’t even care about pigeons. Yet we love robin red breasts. We’re birdist. They are the illegal immigrants of the animal world – like grey squirrels.
- Imagine if your H.E teacher at school had been like Nigella Lawson: ‘Oh dear….I've spilt this Crunchy Sunpat all down my ample, luscious bosom.' There would be more then just one (slightly effeminate) lad choosing H.E.
Do you reckon Jeremy Kyle speaks that way when he is not on his show?
- Retirement homes are like university for old people: you don't know anyone, eat shit food, watch countdown all day, wake up in the morning and you've pissed yourself.
- People smiling in shaving adverts. There's something about holding a razor blade to my neck that makes me not want to smile. Is it me, or have the razor blade designers just given up?
DESIGNER A: ‘Right, we need a new innovation in razor technology. Any ideas?'
DESIGNER B: ‘Just shove another blade on it.'
DESIGNER A: ‘…But we already have 4?'
DESIGNER B: ‘Do I look like I give a shit?!'
- We've become so lazy on computers. We don't even try and spell hard words correctly on Google anymore: fotosinthsis ‘Did you mean Photosynthesis?' of course I did! You piece of junk.
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There is a sample of what i've got so far.
Cheers
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