sara pascoe

An abortion joke brought ‘Sunday Brunch’ to a brief halt over the weekend, leaving Tim Lovejoy to recover from the awkward
If you are having a bad day as a performer, it is best to avoid the Royal Mile incase you punch a clown in the face for trying to get you involved in a piece of site specific theatre. If you see/ know a performer having a bad day, give them a hug or buy them a drink, you can also remind them that Bowie was shit for ten years (Circa Laughing Gnome) but they may also punch you for this info.
The comedian wants people to 'show dissent' by boycotting newspapers.
Counting 56 pictures of women in their underwear on a single escalator at Oxford Circus station is one of the reasons Sara
They tell me that I make them laugh. That say they like me. They tell me that I'm interesting, independent or 'unique'. (Which roughly translated means 'I'd rather take a bath in regurgitated cat sick than go out with you'.) However successful the dates, the follow up is much the same.
We're in Edinburgh for the final week of the Fringe, and we've never seen so many stars. And we don't just mean Tim Key in
A bespectacled scientist stumbles onto the stage and introduces a celebrity hypnotist; it all spirals out of control, chaos ensues, a man ends up dead, setting the tone nicely for an evening of surrealism and absurdism.