Dr Adam R Kay from the Amateur Transplants talks to us before their festival show on Thursday.
Every other comedian’s post on this blog starts, 'My first Glasgow Comedy Festival was in…' and then explores their humorous misconceptions about the city. I’m at a slight loss as this is my first Glasgow Comedy Festival, and because I've watched Supergran episodes since the age of four I know loads about the place. So I’m going to talk about the sleeper train instead.
Last year – due to a logistical problem whereby my boyfriend lived in Glasgow and I lived in London – I took the Caledonian sleeper 22 times. If you've never taken the sleeper service before, it's a cross between a train and the worst hotel in the world. You share a berth with a stranger, who is always either a pervert or has issues with urinary continence (NB. if your berth-mate is neither of these things, then it's probably you).
You climb into your bunk and the motion of the train rocks you gently to sleep. After 5 minutes of sleep you are jolted awake. You are merely awoken and disorientated, but your berth-mate screams, and if he is type B you may feel a few drips. This process repeats itself for the next nine hours before your breakfast is delivered by history's angriest lady. You quite like the idea of a breakfast muffin until you read the words 'contains chemically recovered egg' on the packaging and then you feel confused and unwell. The first time you read the words 'chemically recovered egg' you will text all your friends.
And then suddenly you’re in Glasgow Central station; where I will arrive on the sleeper on Thursday 24th – to sing smutty songs at Oran Mor. And if I look tired, you know why.
See Dr Adam Kay and Dr Suman Biswas in Amateur Transplants in Theatre at Oran Mor this Thursday 24 March. Click here for more show information.
Find out more about the Amateur Transplants at www.livetransplants.com and follow them on twitter @amateuradam and @amateursuman.
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I once got the sleeper train from Poland to the Czech Republic, which is even better as you are woken in the middle of the night by incredibly angry men from passport control, screaming to see some identification. It's the closest I hope to ever come to being raided by the secret police.
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