Laugh? I nearly wet meself!...

Went to a fantastic night of comedy at the Tonbridge Juddians Rugby Club club house last night, so feeling the effects today. Aching sides that is and also an aching head (well you need a couple of beers to loosen yourself up a bit to allow the comedy to have its full impact I always find.) These guys were the real deal, from the London comedy circuit so they were polished performers. There were no moments squirming in your seat thinking when are they getting off the stage, not even an embarrassing pregnant pause. The compere held it all together really well, although he did use the f word quite alot. Football? Federalism? Ferns? Fundementalism? No the other one! Frank Skinner, that famous sweary comedian, apparently tried doing his whole live act without saying fuck (oh it slipped out!) and concluded that it actually made no difference at all to the level of laughter. So there's a lesson for us all there, maybe somewhere, who knows. Anyway all three acts were brilliant but the final act, and of cause I've forgotten his name, who had a brilliant combination of fast talking one liners, general nuttiness bordering on insanity and anal slapstick (imagine a cross between Harry Hill, Groucho Marx and Le Petomain and you'll be in the vicinity) had my sides splitting from start to finish. This night, which was a charity fund raiser, organised by Adam, one of the young first team players, should definitely become an annual event. Can I remember any of the jokes to share with you all? Can I f....