‘So there I was waiting for my kidney to get taken out of me and an Alsatian dog peed on my leg’, is one conversation from a bus stop in Glasgow by a wee man called Tam with a bunnet and penchant for calling Polish people ‘The Migrant Workers’.
You see Glasgow people are angry, bitter and as soft as fondue inside, we tell it like it is and that’s why my fair city bred some of the world’s best comics, from Chic Murray, Billy Connolly to latest comedy kid of the moment Tam at the 62 bus stop going to Shettleston.
We are funny people, we are Celtic (spoken with a hard C, anything else would divide the city) and Celtic people are inherent story tellers. The women that come out of the comedy circuit in Glasgow aren’t all cakes, cats and cushions nor do they bang on about being fat – they usually have stuff to say and they say with aplomb.
Glasgow has comedy ingrained into its very fabric, the people here laugh out loud at funerals and see the funny side of being under Tory rule again by snickering at the London anarchists who up-end litter bins and call it a demonstration. The Glasgow people threw cans of Irn Bru at Sheena Easton for affecting a Los Angeles twang at a Glasgow green concert and the old women of the council houses threatened to stab Maggie Thatcher with their knitting needles when she came to their community centre.
We are Glasgow, we are funny. Now go away before I set ma dog on ye!
See Janey Godley's show The Godley Hour at Oran Mor on Sunday 10 April. Click here for more show information.
Find out more about Janey at www.janeygodley.com.
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