I don’t know what the stand-up comedy equivalent of “that different second album” is, but I went through all the usual anxieties before Factually Inaccurate #2. Will anyone turn up now we’re no longer new? Is it possible to maintain the lovely warmth and inclusivity of show #1 with an entirely new audience? Should we be adding more guitars?
Fortunately all these worries were for nought: we had a sold out, packed (by social distancing standards) room, wonderful, mutually supportive acts, and an audience who seemed to have a nice time.
Also: we made fanzines!
After the now-traditional technical problems with the projector, we opened our doors slightly late and got underway at 8:15pm, with me trying to rein in the opening ramble and dive instead straight into the comedy. Our first act was a guy called Charles Goldfinger, who chose to lecture on Modernist Archaeology 4000BC – 1974, and also to insult the audience as much as possible.
This character was, admittedly, just me in sunglasses, and I had to improv a bunch of my material because I hadn’t quite learned my bit. But people seemed to enjoy it, and I got some really encouraging feedback from Luke Rollason during the interview, who spoke under the understanding that Charles is a real person; and so, now, perhaps he is. Perhaps this is a character I can return to?
Next up was MJ Hibbett, one of my favourite ever singer-songwriters, doing no songs whatsoever. Instead we got a brilliant and comprehensive lecture on Marvel comics – with jokes! Even the bits that contained no jokes were very funny and informative, and we all learned something as a useful counter-balance to the audience entirely made-up nonsense of Mr Goldfinger.
Initially I had planned to send Maddi on next, but time was passing and we needed to get to an interval, so I sent on the aforementioned Luke, a brilliant physical comedian and master of the arts of timing, deflection and repetition. And also banana skins. Please go see him whenever you can.
An interval! With weeing!
For the second half I unleashed Vix Leyton, who put some glasses on to look all fancy and intellectual and to give us a fascinating insight into the ancient and noble art of being really petty. If the Olympics introduced a new sporting category of needlessly trivial annoyance, I would choose Vic’s mum, as she appears in this material, as Wales’ representative.
Maddi Sainsbury chose to lecture on originality and literature, and we were treated to facts, jokes, and an interactive guide to the weird and wonderful world of internet fan fiction (full disclosure: I co-wrote a DS9 / Buck Rogers story for a fanzine in 1997, and it was MUCH more embarrassing than what Maddi chose to share).
Time was whooshing on, so I introduced Kate Martin as quickly as I could, then lay, alluringly, across the stage in order to scroll through her shit-these-are-in-PDF-format slides on lesbian tribulations. She was, is, and forever will be, fantastic.
Our final act was Yuriko Kotani, who made it across London with a golden bubble tea and a red microphone cover which she had accidentally put in the wash. Yuriko’s incredibly charming and well-paced set featured lots about the racism she has experienced in England; given the vile, PM-encouraged stuff experienced by our young black footballers the night before, this material was as timely as it was funny.
Thanks so much to everyone who came along, with particular thanks to our guest acts, who were funny, kind, and generous with their time.
Our next night is Monday August 9th, and tickets will be on sale shortly. Also! We still have fanzines available; if you’d like one, please get in touch and we’ll figure out how to send one to you.
Postscript; MJ Hibbett wrote about the show on his own blog! Yay.