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Jupitus and Us.


Tonight’s Mostly Comedy was easily one of the best.

I normally wouldn't say this so unreservedly, but it really, really was. Running a comedy night can sometimes feel like wading your way through endless admin, but tonight things really fell into place.

It helped that Phill Jupitus was lovely. Glyn and I have have been to a few of his gigs in the past, but never had much direct contact. It turns out that he's incredibly easy to talk to. We sat down to interview him for our podcast during the interval and ended up so engrossed in our conversation that we nearly forgot to start the second half.

I don’t think anyone in the audience really minded. They were all just delighted to see him.

Barry From Watford also played a blinder. It’s fair to say that Alex - the man behind the prosthetics - has the same love / hate relationship with performing stand-up as us; he also knows first-hand how your attention can be split when you also run the night.

You wouldn’t know this when you watch him. I’ve never once seen him not have complete control of the audience; and of all the times we’ve had him on the bill, tonight was definitely one of his best.

I was also pleased with how tonight’s gig went for us. Sometimes our multitasking can leave us looking like a pair of rabbits caught in the headlights. Thankfully, tonight that wasn’t the case. We managed to hold our own and not be too fazed by performing alongside such illustrious company.

(If you squinted, you might even be forgiven for thinking we were real stand-ups. Almost.)

Anyway, that’s enough praise for one night; it’s clearly past my bedtime. Thanks to Phill and Barry for being great and thanks to everyone who helped out.

As Barry From Watford would no doubt say himself: “Nn-night.”


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