Monday night went to a wee shindig at the Mercat to get blutered and celebrate the birth of baby Jesus with chums and pals. It was all Yea and Verrily until we had to go home on the train, ( which doesn't leave nearly as regularly as my car but steering is easier when your pissed)
But I'm getting distracted, with only three non-comedians in the crowd it was kind of one of those nights where the good belly laughs are few and far between, not that comedians don't laugh at other comedians' jokes, it's just generally you've heard the material before, with the exception of Chris who wrote all new stuff, and the lovely, lovely Elaine Malcolmson, who is lovely, and also wrote all new stuff.
May Santa give you more presents than everyone else.
Oh and all the mentallists on the platform said my chips were the best - Chips with Jalapenos on 'em - try it - it's apparently better than that other crap they put on your chips in Edinburgh. ( there's a lot of rivalry between chips in Edinburgh and chips in Glasgow - it's a brown sauce versus red sauce thing )
Increase the Piece
Bunstan McFunkstan, purveyors of sexual deviance to H.M. The Queen
