George Lovehunter
I felt sure I'd never known someone sufficiently eccentric until The Moai mentioned ex-boxers.

Going back a decade or so, I used to frequent the "every other thursday" Comedy Club in the basement of the Flapper and Firkin, Birmingham. It was, frankly, a grim hole, but the shining light was the first act, George Lovehunter.

George, as subsequent t-shirts informed us - was Boxing Champion of Aston and Erdington 1953. Conversation with George fairly quickly revealed the special personality of a man who has been struck repeatedly in the head. But George had a dream, and that dream was stand-up comedy.

And so, every other week the hosts would turn up at George's secure accomodation, claim to be his nephews, and check him out for the evening. And George would get on stage in front of a pub full of drunk assholes, and deliver a comedy act so unrelentingly awful that it stunned them into joining his delusion.

If ever there was an act that epitomised the phrase, "you had to be there" it was George's. He did impressions, and until you've heard Olive Oyl in a thick brummy accent you haven't experienced true comedy.

Since we went every time, and so did George, we had a special relationship with him. That was how we spotted that his favourite shirt buttoned, shall we say, "the other way".

Yes, our boxing champion was wearing a Big Girl's Blouse.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 3 Nov 2008, 23:57, 1 reply)

The Flapper!
A year ago it was amazing. Now they've "done it up" and it is completely ruined =(
(Dangerous Disco Trev Isn't my real name, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 13:28, closed)