(Stage is dimly lit. A single spotlight illuminates a microphone stand. The audience buzzes with anticipation. The sound of a cigarette being lit and a deep exhale can be heard. The spotlight brightens, revealing a figure standing tall, draped in a suit. It's PAUL SMITH, a comedian with a sharp wit and a touch of cynicism. He leans into the microphone and begins his monologue, channelling the spirit of BILL HICKS.) PAUL SMITH: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. How are we all doing tonight? Fantastic? Yeah, I didn't think so. It's good to be here, I suppose. I mean, what else are any of us doing with our lives? We're here, sitting in a room, pretending to be happy, waiting for me, Paul Smith, your designated bullshit detector, to lay it all out for you. You know, I've been thinking a lot lately about the state of comedy. It's become a circus, hasn't it? A bunch of clowns running around, trying to make you laugh while the world burns. We're living in a time where the absurdity of reality has surpassed anything we could ever come up with on stage. But don't worry, folks. I'm here to remind you of the madness we're living in, to shine a light on the hypocrisy and the idiocy that surrounds us. You want the truth? Well, here it is, served up with a side of sarcasm and a dash of profanity. You see, the problem with the world today is that we've become complacent. We've forgotten how to question things, how to challenge the status quo. We're too busy amusing ourselves to death with mindless entertainment, numbing our minds with reality shows and endless scrolling on social media. We've become anesthetized, blissfully ignorant, and it's killing us, slowly but surely. And then we have the media, the mouthpiece of the powers that be. They spoon-feed us lies, distortions, and distractions, while they line their pockets and manipulate us like marionettes on strings. They sell us fear, they sell us division, and we eat it up like hungry dogs. And what do we get in return? A society riddled with anxiety and hatred, where civil discourse has become a thing of the past. But hey, let's not forget about our dear politicians, those noble souls who promise us the world and deliver nothing but broken dreams and empty rhetoric. They're the real jesters of our time, masters of deception, spinning tales of hope and change while they dance to the tune of corporate interests. They're like used car salesmen, except they're selling us a lemon of a future. Now, I know this might sound bleak, folks, but it's not all doom and gloom. We still have each other. We still have the power to think critically, to question authority, and to demand better. We can be the catalysts for change, the ones who refuse to accept the status quo. We can find humor in the darkness, hope in the absurdity, and maybe, just maybe, we can turn this ship around. So, ladies and gentlemen, as I stand here before you tonight, I want you to remember one thing: laughter is our weapon. It's our rebellion against a world gone mad. So let's laugh together, let's
Great set Paul. Watched it 4 times because I’m one of the security guards in the floral. I thought I would of got sick of it by the fourth one but surprisingly I didn’t. I still found myself laughing. Looking forward to seeing your next show at new Brighton
The chefs reaction to the the women’s response that she makes butties was funny. Katie’s on it with a rough towel or crispy as you described it. Fabric softened towels are less absorbent and less satisfying to use.
Great episode bonus seeing josh 😁
(Stage is dimly lit. A single spotlight illuminates a microphone stand. The audience buzzes with anticipation. The sound of a cigarette being lit and a deep exhale can be heard. The spotlight brightens, revealing a figure standing tall, draped in a suit. It's PAUL SMITH, a comedian with a sharp wit and a touch of cynicism. He leans into the microphone and begins his monologue, channelling the spirit of BILL HICKS.)
PAUL SMITH:
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. How are we all doing tonight? Fantastic? Yeah, I didn't think so. It's good to be here, I suppose. I mean, what else are any of us doing with our lives? We're here, sitting in a room, pretending to be happy, waiting for me, Paul Smith, your designated bullshit detector, to lay it all out for you.
You know, I've been thinking a lot lately about the state of comedy. It's become a circus, hasn't it? A bunch of clowns running around, trying to make you laugh while the world burns. We're living in a time where the absurdity of reality has surpassed anything we could ever come up with on stage.
But don't worry, folks. I'm here to remind you of the madness we're living in, to shine a light on the hypocrisy and the idiocy that surrounds us. You want the truth? Well, here it is, served up with a side of sarcasm and a dash of profanity.
You see, the problem with the world today is that we've become complacent. We've forgotten how to question things, how to challenge the status quo. We're too busy amusing ourselves to death with mindless entertainment, numbing our minds with reality shows and endless scrolling on social media. We've become anesthetized, blissfully ignorant, and it's killing us, slowly but surely.
And then we have the media, the mouthpiece of the powers that be. They spoon-feed us lies, distortions, and distractions, while they line their pockets and manipulate us like marionettes on strings. They sell us fear, they sell us division, and we eat it up like hungry dogs. And what do we get in return? A society riddled with anxiety and hatred, where civil discourse has become a thing of the past.
But hey, let's not forget about our dear politicians, those noble souls who promise us the world and deliver nothing but broken dreams and empty rhetoric. They're the real jesters of our time, masters of deception, spinning tales of hope and change while they dance to the tune of corporate interests. They're like used car salesmen, except they're selling us a lemon of a future.
Now, I know this might sound bleak, folks, but it's not all doom and gloom. We still have each other. We still have the power to think critically, to question authority, and to demand better. We can be the catalysts for change, the ones who refuse to accept the status quo. We can find humor in the darkness, hope in the absurdity, and maybe, just maybe, we can turn this ship around.
So, ladies and gentlemen, as I stand here before you tonight, I want you to remember one thing: laughter is our weapon. It's our rebellion against a world gone mad. So let's laugh together, let's
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Cant beat a crispy towel
Great set Paul. Watched it 4 times because I’m one of the security guards in the floral. I thought I would of got sick of it by the fourth one but surprisingly I didn’t. I still found myself laughing. Looking forward to seeing your next show at new Brighton
Great Vid mate.
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Great set mate... Just got a bootleg video of it ... Looks like filmed to the left of you.
The chefs reaction to the the women’s response that she makes butties was funny. Katie’s on it with a rough towel or crispy as you described it. Fabric softened towels are less absorbent and less satisfying to use.
I get exactly what she means by a crispy towel. Dry in seconds
Boss that Paul, enjoy your holiday mate.