There is a scene in the movie Human Traffic where the lead character stops his 'big night out' routine and says, "But first, a daily injection of the late prophet Bill Hicks... just to remind me not to take life... Continue Reading →
"This was the ugliest Fringe moment I've ever witnessed" - this was the headline of The Telegraph's review of Reginald D Hunter's latest show. Which begs the question - why would you send a writer without a sense of humour... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I was watching some reruns of Derry Girls with a good friend when she made the following remark: "I love the dad in this, he's hilarious. Do you know if he's been in anything else?" To... Continue Reading →
As the train pulled out of Liverpool Street Station, I found myself asking why I was heading out to a makeshift comedy club in darkest Essex on a Thursday night… and, in fairness, it was a solid question. The answer... Continue Reading →
A couple of months ago, we were at the Bloomsbury Theatre waiting for our show to be called. During this time, I usually wander through the internal corridors of the venue, admiring the old posters of stand-up shows past—Julian Clary's... Continue Reading →
The weather experts had predicted rain on this day in Brighton, so obviously, we were sat outside in the courtyard at the Twisted Lemon, thoroughly enjoying our drinks in the early evening sun. The cocktails at this hidden gem of... Continue Reading →
We were back at Brighton Fringe, and things were going well... sort of. Yes, we were in one of our favourite beachside spots, Loading Bar, and yes, their 'Assassin's Mead' cocktail was going down an absolute treat. BUT I was... Continue Reading →
It was actually my parents who first fuelled my love of stand-up comedy. They introduced me to legendary clowns like Dave Allen, Billy Connolly, and Victoria Wood, and we all laughed along to their routines — admittedly long before I... Continue Reading →
