Out on the Toon

For my Aunt's 60th birthday. The 12 hours we spent in the car (in total, it only took us 5 hours on the way up) were all worth it for her scream when we walked into the bar. It was a surprise party so she was a little overwhelmed by it all. Totally into her stride by the time we hit the comedy club. Snogging anyone in sight by the end of the evening so to protect the innocent you have her snogging me.

Brilliant, brilliant night.

Best line of the night:
Compère: Anyone in from down South?
General "aye" from our direction as we were going to set K up for Essex jokes.
Compère: Where are you from?
Ray: Hartlepool
Compère: F*** off!

Maybe you had to be there. But if you want a fantastic night out hit the Toon with a bunch of monkeyhangers. My sides are still aching and I'm thinking of hiring my Aunty Mary out as a warm up act.

Vx

Oh and the engage brain before speaking moment. Which would only happen to me. Least funny guy on first doing an act around flags. Yep, as good as it sounds. So it starts with us playing guess the flag. Some of us were muttering so that he didn't painfully die. All OK so far. Until he held up a plain green flag and out came "it used to be Libya until......" in complete silence. Cue "who said that?" followed by me hiding. It's no use sitting at the back to avoid grief if you then open your mouth. Come to think of it it's not use trying to hide if you're out with my extended family, full stop.