Isn't that blurb a bit familiar?
Invited to attend the first Aberdeen Comedy Festival, and rub shoulders with such local comedy luminaries as Patrice and John McRuvie, we prepared our very first best of show to relive those exciting comedy moments of yesteryear whilst also giving our audience a chance to see sketches that had, by now, past into comedy legend.
Our greatest hits went head to head with Singalonga Sound of Music
at HMT but that did not worry us unduly. Packed houses enjoyed the best of pig and, we felt, the audience enjoyed the show at least half as much as we did. But then we always have twice as much fun as you...
Shh, it's a 'greatest hits' blurb...
Alan Franchis kind invitation to headline the first Arts Centre Comedy Festival with a Best Of show took us (a) by surprise and (b) from our compact and bijou home at the Lemon Tree to a venue more than twice its size.
Ever positive and forwards-looking, we hypothesised (and fretted) that :
a larger venue + material the punters have heard before
=
loss of intimacy + audience ennui
=
no bugger laughing
We neednt have worried; the laugh which greeted Archie and Davies reminiscences of Gothenburg 1983 nearly blew John and Pikeys flat caps off, and Olis impassioned impression of Chewbacca singing the works of Barbara Dickson almost hospitalised one loyal fan, which is always nice.
And so we partied, again at Gregs, where in the wee small hours a well-lubricated member of the company (who must remain nameless, but was a 6 3 tall Yorkshireman) threatened to do unspeakable things to a visibly-shocked Andrew before attempting to get the lamp-posts and traffic lights to join him in some community singing on the way home. Six months later, Gregs announcement to his neighbours that he was to be moving was met with ill-disguised joy.