Also with John Whale (Sadly not pictured as the LLC camera is officially dead.)
This week the theme was Gardening, as 4 weeks ago when we picked it we'd failed to notice it was the day before Valentine's. But in the end Love won out, and there was more slush than mulch.
Compere this week was Cal, warming us up with cosmopolitain tales of how his train was delayed by a tramp's package and the dangers of being a metrosexual (You get thrown off and your pass is confiscated.)
Fist up was Rick Wharton with a cracking set. After getting the Newcastle Edition of Monopoly he discussed other real events games - 9/11 Jenga anyone? The audience liked some, but thought some were in poor taste - apparently if you're going to mock the dead at LLC make sure they're dead Americans.
Paul Gerrard is a rare thing. He's a comic who tells jokes. No stories, no banter, no have you ever noticed... or wouldn't it be funny if... He just tells gags, and it's refreshing. "I joined a club for obsessive compulsives, 87 times." If you want to hear 18 more like that, watch Paul for 7 minutes.
Regular Pete was up this week with a paper dog collar and a ropey Irish accent -as Father Mahoney, giving a Valentines day sermon, throwing new light on an old romantic tale. A man sells his watch to buy his wife some combs, while to buy him a watch chain she sells her hair. The daft feckin' mare.
John Whale was up next, a true wordsmith pondering on why so many of our idioms are frankly barbaric. Kill two birds with one stone, not enough room to swing a cat, from a nation of animal lovers?
Ging was back, sponsored by Coke this week. (Though it was very subtle.) Ging always brings a loyal gaggle of fans, and this week they were even doing his punchlines and adding to the routine. 'Forrest Gump said life is like a box of chocolates' says Ging, 'you never know what you'll get, - but I always get a little menu with a box of chocolates.' And from the crowd we heard, 'What about revels?'
Carl was back to finish the night with another dose of well observed material. Why do mums tidy the house before the Gas man arrives?
The competition, hastily converted to a valentine theme was completing the rhyme;
'Roses are red, violets are blue'
e.g.
I've got clamidia, now you do too.
(and the worrying winner)
go on, sniff my finger, sniff it, sniff it.
What's wrong with you people?
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