I Have A Prince Albert

So it's going to be a busy week or two for me. This thursday I'm due to battle it out against friends and wankers at the BBC Radio 4 All-Ireland Poetry Slam at the Black Box. Free entry with a suggested donation. Never taken part in a slam before, so it should be a good experience. Although some of their rules are a bit pish (i.e. No Swearing), I'll have to spend much of today editing my poems and re-learning them. Bah.

Also on the 28th of this month, I'm supposed to attend an audition for BBC Northern Ireland's newest "reality" show, Find Me The Funny. Basically they're looking for "Northern Ireland's Next Top Comedian" or something. To be honest, it sounds like a vaguely bad idea and no doubt will perpetuate the type of comedy that fucking alienates us from the rest of the UK. Do we really need another Patrick Kielty? Hole In The Wall Gang? Frank Carson? Boke.

But it might be worth turning up and saying that I took part. I was vaguely surprised to receive a phone call from one of the producers or whatever about it, as I didn't take the application form seriously at all. A few fellow comics and I discussed it the other night and there was a consensus on the shittiness of it. Such questions included, "What's the funniest thing that's ever happened to you?". Oh please. It seems that this show will cater toward people who haven't done stand-up before, the show will groom them in a certain style or type of comedy, then push them to the front of our already horrifyingly bad regional TV. As well as getting to go to the Edinburgh Fringe. Cunts.

In other news, Gerard McKeown and I were invited to NI Podcast to guest present the show. Listen to it on their site, here.

Takes us a while to get going, but I listened to it the other night while cunted off my face and boked all over myself in the dark. True story.