Hello! It’s been a while – There’s been a lot of change but I might write things again soon. In the meantime, I popped on Bailrigg FM for Talk of the Devil today. It was extremely fun to record with LUCI again and it all got very silly. Enjoy!
Comedy
Ground Control to Major Tim
There’s a #BritInSpace, and as far as I could see, he didn’t shit himself on the way up. Because that’s what would have worried me the most about the whole thing, not the lack of gravity, or the endless abyss of space, but soiling yourself from both ends live on the BBC.
County Comedy Club
Here’s the video of the LUCI gig from a couple of weeks back, I’ve not watched it myself yet, I’m somewhat reluctant to do so! I’m on about 37:30, but watch it all because the other acts are great! Especially the spooky compere Ed Dearden (it was Hallowe’en the next day). Enjoy!
Not The Bailrigg News
I appeared as a panellist on Not the Bailrigg News today, with the LUCI (Lancaster University Comedy Institute). Hosted by Jamie Mills, with Jack Maidment and Tom Clements on the panel too, it’s always a fun show on student radio, give it a listen below.
My Stand-Up
I’ve done a couple of open mics in York over the last week just before moving back to University doing a little set about 6 minutes long. I’ve done this set in varying states now 4 times, trying to improve both the set, and myself as a comic. I’ve recorded the set I did at The Basement Open Mic in York on 26th September 2015, and I’ll upload it here for your listening pleasure. Being fairly novice, I’m open to criticism, encouragement and any other comments. I apologise also for the poor quality of the recording, I used the built-in microphone of my phone. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it.
https://soundcloud.com/lawrence-cook-comedy/the-basement-26-9-15
Haircuts and the Curse of Britishness
I don’t like going to the hairdressers’ at the best of times. The necessary level of physical contact with a stranger makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been going to the same barber’s shop for what must be fifteen years. Even so, I feel conversationally crippled. In all my (albeit reluctant) middle-class Britishness, I can only mumble inane answers to the polite conversation offered by the hairdresser. Continue reading
The Daily Spittoon 