"Same bedtime as his kids Athletico" managed to get himself to week 1 of a “Advanced comedy
course” on Thursday night
(This definition of "advanced" meaning you must have previously attended the 10 week beginners course and have gags slightly more sophisticated than orange peel fangs)
This was another opportunity to realise that I'm probably just Dad and mates in the pub funny not "people have paid for this" funny. This realisation could be hammered home for 5 consecutive Thursday's before a climatic dying on your arse in front of an audience who now have slightly higher expectations.
Within 29 minutes of the first class starting we were told we would be performing our first gig this time next week!
My first, last and only stand up experience was 8.5 minutes 4 years ago. This comeback gig, this challenging second album would have to be worked on vigorously this week. The main problem is, I'm not really sure anything that funny has happened to me since May 2014.
Is trapping a finger in an iso-fix car seat funny? Are fart and incompetent parent jokes still funny? Mmm maybe. Are puns and Dad jokes still allowed? Do I now have to check what pronouns the audience want me to address them with and transpose my set accordingly?
The World seems a lot easier to offend now that it did in 2014. I'd better get writing some top quality fart jokes and make myself some orange peel fangs double quick.
"I've got several problems I'm presently working on but the strangest one is that I see and put the letter F in front of other words I read. It's got me thrown out of lots of places not to mention the Brighton School of performing Arts."
"Asleep within seconds Town" need helping with her homework on Tuesday morning before school. (This definition of "advanced" meaning you must have previously attended the 10 week beginners course and have gags slightly more sophisticated than orange peel fangs)
This was another opportunity to realise that I'm probably just Dad and mates in the pub funny not "people have paid for this" funny. This realisation could be hammered home for 5 consecutive Thursday's before a climatic dying on your arse in front of an audience who now have slightly higher expectations.
Within 29 minutes of the first class starting we were told we would be performing our first gig this time next week!
My first, last and only stand up experience was 8.5 minutes 4 years ago. This comeback gig, this challenging second album would have to be worked on vigorously this week. The main problem is, I'm not really sure anything that funny has happened to me since May 2014.
Is trapping a finger in an iso-fix car seat funny? Are fart and incompetent parent jokes still funny? Mmm maybe. Are puns and Dad jokes still allowed? Do I now have to check what pronouns the audience want me to address them with and transpose my set accordingly?
The World seems a lot easier to offend now that it did in 2014. I'd better get writing some top quality fart jokes and make myself some orange peel fangs double quick.
"I've got several problems I'm presently working on but the strangest one is that I see and put the letter F in front of other words I read. It's got me thrown out of lots of places not to mention the Brighton School of performing Arts."
Team photo of the "Advanced "Apparently" comedy course Summer class of 2018. Don't be fooled by the cavalier tongue sticking out at the back, there's genuine fear in those eyes!
Okay so I’ve cut out the words NO-LIVE-MEN-THE-ON-MOON
and you need to rearrange them so they make sense.”
“Okay Daddy.”“Darling “Moon men live on the no” doesn’t make sense.”
“It does Daddy. I'll explain. The men who used to live on the moon and were therefore referred to as, Moon Men have relocated to the planet No.”
“Right.”
"Fidgety Legs United" needed his hand holding to “stop the bad breams” on
Monday night. When he stubbed his toe on the trampoline on
Tuesday. While he had the squits on Wednesday and when I had to remove an imaginary “Stomach bug" from his pull ups “Thanks Mummy!” on Thursday morning.
The 3 week old "Jack master flash Sportivo" was doing a solid job, literally at times, of finding his role in the madness. When he poohed on the just cleaned sofa
cushions I agreed to keep it from "Tired and Emotional Athletic". In that he’s 21 days old I felt I probably needed to take some responsibility.
Galleria Proxima Generacion
Galleria Proxima Generacion
21.0cm X 29.7cm
Water colour paint on white A4 paper
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