open mic

I would be tubing it to NW5, then east to Hackney; the following night I'd be at Dirty Dicks in EC2 trying some new ideas. The weekend would bring the odd 15 minute set. Yes, I heard heckles of "Don't give up your day-job, mate!". No, it didn't bother me. The joke was on them. I didn't have to give up my day-job. Stand-up got me fired from about three of them.
Over the last few years, I've graced the stage at hundreds of Open Mic comedy shows across the country. And, as you'd expect, I've met thousands of the nicest, most intelligent and creative people around. I've also come across some exceptionally strange characters who've often been more entertaining offstage than what's happening at the front of the room.
On a busy street in the middle of Glasgow, an often overlooked cafe awaits your company. The Blue Chair community cafe encompasses everything that is great about Glasgow: a warm environment, a super friendly clientele and bursting to the seams with creative endeavour.
You are new, so no matter what your experience beforehand everyone will assume you are utterly crap at telling jokes to people. This can be frustrating when you are trying to assure everyone you are the UK's answer to Sarah Silverman with a bit of Lee Evans thrown in *cough*. The answer? Well, my answer, is to embrace it.
I made my stand-up debut on 9 December 2011. A date I will remember for as long as Alzheimer's allows me. It wasn't something I had considered doing until, perhaps, the last year or so, which is actually surprising when I think about it. You see, I've always thought of myself as being funny, and I've always been a show off. So why hadn't I tried stand up before now?