comedy store
when i was about 19 and a student, we managed to get front row seats at the comedy store one sat night. there were 4 comedians, of which 3 were guys. one of them was someone fattish and famous called john something; one was alistair mcgowan and i don't remember the other two.

anyway, by virtue of our seats, we got picked on. a lot. but the men were all very nice to me! alistair mcgowan asked if anyone was catholic. i was born one, although haven't been to church since, so i raised my hand. and he said, "bloody hell darling, you can come and share my moral high ground any day."

john mcfat something then finished his set by adding that the "lovely dark haired girl in the purple shirt can meet me in the bar afterwards and i'll show her a bit of stand up".

by this point i was bright red and loving myself, which really pissed off my ex, who didn't like to be out of the spotlight. so when the third comedian stopped his act to say, "phwoar, you should see the bird on the front row, she's gorgeous", my ex cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at the top of his voice:

"HE'S LYING!!!!!"

cue the audience in hysterics and the camera focussing on me, and my face appearing rounder and redder and larger than the trocadero centre on the screen behind the stage...

the bastard!
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 11 Apr 2006, 14:07, Reply)