As the bright evening sun glistened across the stage, the four of us sat on our stools, mixed drinks in hand and wondered why we had never seen comedy in this place before. Where were we you ask, Honolulu? Havana?... 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 →
