So, it’s finally happened. My talent has been spotted and I am leaving all you losers behind. You will see me on QI, 8 out of 10 cats, Big Fat Quiz of the year. In less than a year, I expect to be taking over from James Corden on the late show (or whatever it’s called…doesn’t matter, it will be renamed The Laughing Wolf anyway) and getting movie roles.
Don’t ask for any handouts, I am already beyond the realms of you peons.
So, what happened I hear you ask? Well, I suppose I should at the very least allow you the knowledge of my imminent rise to fame. Despite the fact that people, such as yourselves, could never hope to hit these dizzy heights.
Last night, Jimmy Carr came to Frankfurt. Well, almost quite near Frankfurt. No Icebergs as he dubbed it for the evening. He was outstanding and, even though a few of us thought he might tone it down for “ze Germans”, he really didn’t.
I don’t think I have laughed so much in my life. Admittedly, there were times that I was laughing more at some of the German audience and the way they were wanting to interact with him, than at some of the jokes. Still, it was superb. Crazy cat lady with her walls of fire and the helpful guy behind us that recommends Jimmy use Ad-Blockers to stop those pesky casino adverts whenever you go onto Porn sites. Not to mention poor old Cross’s mum, who will have been embarrassed (and quite possibly very sore) by the end of the show. And, only AT could go to a Jimmy Carr gig and end up getting free advertising for his pub during the gig…mad I tells ya.
Where do I fit in? Well, Jimmy likes to request heckles and comments. To make sure he gets some, he has a mobile that anyone in the audience can send texts to. Towards the end of the gig, he displays a choice few up on the screen and ad-libs around what appears. There were some absolute gold level gags and comments that had been sent in.
One of them was a question. A very simple question. “Do you think that Chewbacca has a human penis, or a red rocket doggy penis?”. Jimmy addresses the audience to say that it is obvious to him that it’s a red rocket doggy penis. He then asks what we think… “You don’t think he has a human penis do you?”. Nobody answered, so I chimed in. “Only if he asks Han Solo nicely!”.
I thank you, I thank you, I’m here all week, don’t forget to tip your waitress.
Jimmy applauded me and the audience, sensing my genius and impending stardom, soon followed suit.
That lead into a few minutes of “Was that the subtext of those two characters?” by Jimmy and the show continued.
It was an amazing night and I am so very glad that I went along. If laughter really is good for the soul, Jimmy Carr is a Soul Musician of the highest order.
If you ever get the chance, go to one of his shows. If not, get his DVDs/Blu Rays.
You won’t regret it.
Now, where are my Celeste M&Ms?? Not Cyan and definitely not Electric-fucking-blue. I said Celeste….