Comedy, by its very nature, is funny. I say funny, but comedy is actually a very serious business. In fact, sometimes it’s no laughing matter…
I mused these musings while driving along my old friend Snake Mountain Pass on the way to a gigg in Ashton-under-Lined. I was on the way to the first heat of the LOLapalooza Comedy Competition.
Comedy competitions are a great way for new acts to gain exposure. Indeed, those who have risen through the ranks thanks to such contests include the likes of Dylan Moran (I wonder what he’s doing these days…), Peter Kay (I wonder what he’s doing these days…), Johnny Vegas (I wonder what he’s doing these days…), Stewart Lee (I wonder what he’s doing these days…) and Richard Blackwood. In all, I was really looking forward to making my mark.
I arrived at the gigg with my customary four hours to spare. Perfect for exploring Ashton, I thought, as I climbed into the boot of my car for my pre-gigg nap. Two hours later I was ready and raring to do some great comedy. I was going to do some new material (I have a great new bit about Rusty Lee the chef) but I thought I was best just sticking to the GOLD seeing as it was a competition. My set for the night was decided…
With two hours to spare I decided it would be a good idea to stretch my legs so I took a good old-fashioned walk around Ashton. I nipped into the Greggs for a small pre-gig dessert of four beef pasties, then decided it would be best to ring The Lovely Helen to see how she was.
Despite leaving a number of numerous messages on her voicemail, I hadn’t actually mouth-conversed with TLH since the day of my fourth gigg. I figured that maybe she was embarrassed after her attempt to seduce me. Still, I was flattered that the male friends of hers I met on that fateful day were keeping an eye on me by watching me from their cars outside my house. That’s what friends are for!
The Lovely Helen is really earning her comedy spurs, I must say! She picked up, and did an impression of the operator saying the line had been disconnected. I had to laugh, and I did, as I picked up a vanilla slice and walked back to the gig venue. Be rude not to, I suppose…
Despite the fact that I had a big gigg to prepare for, my mind was wandering onto more pressing matters…
I have a confession to make. I, John Owen Jones, am a big Lacrosse fan. Indeed, when I’m not doing or thinking about comedy in my parents’ basement I can be found watching Lacrosse clips on YouTube or even down at Porthmadog Lacrosse Club. Sometimes I just hold a lacrosse outside my front door and think, but no longer during term time thanks to Porthmadog Council.
Anyway I’ve been wondering recently if there is a link between lacrosse and comedy, but no. No there is not.
I arrived back at the venue and noticed to my astonishment that none of the other acts had arrived. The promoter, known around the area as ‘Dave’ (short for ‘David’, thank you Wikipedia), was nervously ringing around the acts but it seemed to no avail. It looked like I was the only act in attendance.
“Do you still want to go up?” he asked.
“Is the Pope Catherine?!?!” was my jokey response.
So it was settled. I was the only act to be performing at heat one of LOLapalooza Comedy Competition 2010. I had to revise my set list to accommodate, as I wanted to do my tried and tested gold, and decided to drop the new bit about Rusty Lee (“Rusty-geddon”). Showtime came, Dave went up, explained the situation to the crowd, and then introduced me…
I absolutely ripped it. They really seemed to go for all my stuff. When I told them what I looked like they got it straight away. When I mentioned how hard it is to carry a TV up the stairs they felt my pain. When I did some humorous banter (“I hope the funeral is OK!”) I got a nice response, and when I launched into Prince/Bank, well… Let’s just say they’ll be feeling the cold for a while…
Because the roof is now faulty…
And cold temperatures will come through said inadequate roof…
I ripped the roof off is what I am trying to say.
Dave approached me after the gigg and thanked me for performing. It was now time for the results…
Comedy competitions are stupid and I think they’re very bad for new comedians. How can you judge comedy? How can it be quantified? It’s an art form, just like Lacrosse. And, just like South Korean Lacrosse hero EunAh Choi, I will make it to the top without doing comedy competitions!

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(I wonder what she’s doing these days…)