What runs through my mind when I hear 'you're playing Glasgow Festival'? Several questions rattle round my head. The normal comedian’s paranoia of ‘will they laugh?’ comes way down the list. Above it: will I get to the gig without dying? This happened on my first trip to Glasgow when, as the most English man since a German first stepped onto a muddy fen in Norfolk, I tried to get the up to date England rugby score in a crowded pub with a very English accent and the words ‘has anyone seen the rugger?’Next on the list: will I make it through the gig alive and get home without being dismembered or shot? This happened to my Fullmooners co-thing Maxwell who on his first gig in Glasgow was chased out of the theatre and for three miles by a man with a bullwhip. Fullmooners is a gig distracted by anarchy. Putting it in a festival program is like setting the timer on a bomb. Two years ago Fullmooners in Glasgow turned into a sit-in protest against the police who were attempting to send the audience home. Last year a member of the audience came up to me in the loo. As I mentioned I’m a very English man with an accent to cut not only glass but sheets of metal and a face like the missing link between Gonzo and a Fraggle. The man in the loo smiled (this could be good or bad) and hugged me (again could go either way) thanking me for the greatest Billy Connelly impersonation he’d ever seen. And three years ago I finished the gig in a laundry basket.
The Glasgow audience may drink hard, they may punch hard but they laugh far harder than any other I’ve played and I can’t wait to be back… come see Fullmooners and work out what debris the ticking bomb will throw out this year.
Find out more about Maxwell's Fullmooners online at www.maxwellsfullmooners.com.
The Fullmooners will be performing at the Old Fruitmarket at midnight on Saturday 13th March. Click here for more information.
Photo credit Claes Gellerbrink.
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