The guy's incompereble

The guy's incompereble

Fortysomething

Fortysomething

David Cameron lookalike

David Cameron lookalike

Don't mention the war!

Don't mention the war!

He cums laden with art

He cums laden with art

Opening the second half

Opening the second half

Working class or middle class?

Working class or middle class?

On Sunday night, six local standup and standout comedians (seven if you include the compere) treated a large crowd of onlookers to an evening of laughter and general jollity. I say onlookers, but maybe I should’ve said participants, ‘cos this was in no way a one-way street where the audience merely acted as a sponge to soak up the verbal spillages of the funny ones on stage. In fact, the social centre itself proved a rich source of inspiration, the graffiti on the wall encouraging one comedian to lick a painted ice cream cone.

Headlining the show (“the secret is to organize it yourself”) was Hannah Dunleavy, giving her material a last outing before taking it up to the Edinburgh fringe. The selfconfessed porn ignoramus regaled us with her tale of neigbors jerking off in her Arbury living room (she’s from the posh part of the neighbourhood) to scenes of double penetration, that’s if they’re not standing in the street shouting at each other.

There was much more, but as ever only the saucy bits now spring to mind. It must be a thankless task, being a standup, but maybe not on nights like this. For some playing in a squat might not be the highlight of their career (“it’s said you play in a squat twice in your life, once on the way up, and once on the way down – I’d just like to say it’s great to be back!), but the night was enjoyed by all. Let’s do this again some time!