Gavin Webster, a northeast comedy legend, was down to start the night off. Some brilliant stuff and he even brought his guitar for a musical tribute to Midlesborough.
Danny Jackson was back, with the embrassing truth abut having an aging punk for a dad. It livens up car trips- 'I am an antichrist!.... What 'am I Karen?'
Sarah Speak, comedy gold, or worrying psychological problem? She doesn't trust people in case they're being operated by borrowers who've tunnelled into the brain.
Liam MacLeod-pronounced 'm'cloud' spent some time talking about his embarrassingly wimpy name... we all thought it's pretty cool, he's named after highlander for god's sake.
Carl Hutchinson reminded us that there's always a sob story on x factor. It's not enough to sing, you have to sing and have a relative in a coma.
Robbie Hurst, some good gags and a big slice of good old bill hicks style ranting.
And to finish John Scott, trying out a few new ideas, as usual better than most people's A1 stuff. So some promising newbies but the night topped and tailed by the big guns of Northeast comedy, not bad for £2.
The theme was fish and the competition was fishy song book...
Sitting on Haddock of the Bay.
Somewhere over the rainbow trout.
And the winner... Shaduppa your plaice.
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