As I do every year, I'm bringing my solo show to Glasgow. But why? Money? Fame? Glory? Yes. But also because the gigs are absolutely mental. Glasgow is the only place I know of where the same gig can either end up with the audience giving you a standing ovation, giving you a key to the city and declaring you King Overlord of the world... or make you cry until you dehydrate to death. That's part of the fun. This is the comedy version of skydiving. Anything could happen, someone could die. But it's going to be incredibly fun doing it and you'll always get a story out it.
I'm not really good at self-promoting... so... If you want to come see me show. Good. Do come. Thanks. I love you. Nice hair.
But if you don't want to come... Also fine. You're entitled to your opinion. I'm not going to be childish about it. P.S. Those jeans make you look fat. Which jeans? ALL OF THEM TUBBY.
Come see my show!
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