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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which is, I'm proud to say, a little Yorkshire village, me and my dad went down the local (read:one kind of bitter, one of lager and gin for the ladies, everyone knows everyone) to see the Saturday Night Act (TM). That night it was a woman warbling popular songs to a backing tape. She was somewhat scantily clad in a white minidress, which was a bit tight, what with her being built like a brick shithouse and all.
During one of her 'rests' between sets my dad went to the bar where he proceeded to (very loudly) ask: 'CAN I HAVE A PINT OF BITTER, A GIN AND TONIC AND A PAIR OF KNICKERS FOR THE TURN, PLEASE!?'
( , Sun 9 Apr 2006, 0:15, Reply)
which is, I'm proud to say, a little Yorkshire village, me and my dad went down the local (read:one kind of bitter, one of lager and gin for the ladies, everyone knows everyone) to see the Saturday Night Act (TM). That night it was a woman warbling popular songs to a backing tape. She was somewhat scantily clad in a white minidress, which was a bit tight, what with her being built like a brick shithouse and all.
During one of her 'rests' between sets my dad went to the bar where he proceeded to (very loudly) ask: 'CAN I HAVE A PINT OF BITTER, A GIN AND TONIC AND A PAIR OF KNICKERS FOR THE TURN, PLEASE!?'
( , Sun 9 Apr 2006, 0:15, Reply)
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