Dance, Monkey Boys, Dance
I'm just back from the City Halls in Glasgow after another night of great comedy.
I'm glad the police didn't spot me driving along the Clydeside Expressway tonight, because all they would have seen is this manic-faced weirdo laughing away to himself. I was still thinking about an improvised sketch which involved Tarzan turning up at a job-centre and getting some top tips on how to start a new career:
"Is this the way you always turn up for a job interview? Leopard skin loincloth?"
The show was Dance, Monkey Boy, Dance and features four Glasgow comedians and a keyboard accompanist who ask the audience to suggest various unlikely scenarios from which they create on-the-spot comedy. In the grand finale they ask a member of the audience to tell them about their life and family. The Monkey Boys then perform a song in which they incorporate the various details. Tonight's song was about a man called Ross who revealed that his job involves making medical glue for sealing wounds. It had the audience in stitches
Earlier I'd been at another performance of The Why Front and there was a first-class sketch about a Glasgow couple who, after four years, still can't get past the beginners class for tantric sex. They're asked to hold a special crystal which will glow if they are compatible. Best line of the night:
"It's not just black...it actually seems to be sucking the light out of the room."
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