Heckles
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
Forget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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I think I heard Mark Lamarr telling this one
about Jenny Eclair - she was doing a show in London, and every time she walked past, this guy in the front row would hiss, Mupltiple Miggs-style, "I can smell your cunt. I can smell your cunt." She was about to retaliate when she was struck by the paranoia that maybe he actually could...
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 17:03, Reply)
about Jenny Eclair - she was doing a show in London, and every time she walked past, this guy in the front row would hiss, Mupltiple Miggs-style, "I can smell your cunt. I can smell your cunt." She was about to retaliate when she was struck by the paranoia that maybe he actually could...
( , Thu 6 Apr 2006, 17:03, Reply)
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