
Obviously adrenaline, the raised position of the stage and microphone go a long way to empowering a comedian in to belittling a disruptive, drunken voice from the crowd. But when you come down after the show and have to leave, often in to the dark night via a stage door down a creepy alleyway... on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being an uncontrollable slurry running down your inner jeans) how worried are you that the heckler really couldn't see the funny side (and wanted to prove that stabbing wasn't a laughing matter)?
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Mon 14 Jun 2010, 8:35,
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