Deep down we're all April fools

Tomorrow I compère the Oxfringe April Follies Open Mic Night at the St Aldate’s Tavern from 8ish onwards. Anyone who turns up has the right to shout for no more than precisely five minutes, at which point the magic hooter will hoot its magic and you must drop the microphone and run.

This is one of the few parts of Oxfringe ‘08 that also happened in Oxfringe ‘07, and the only one this year that I’m actually involved in. I think ‘08 organiser Andrew only asked me to be the MC because he wanted to punish me for not helping out, so: in that spirit, do come along and watch me die on my arse.

Comments

I was ponted in your direction - many years on..
Great review! You're up there with the BNP (but at least you didn't attack me on stage, which would have been interesting...)

I can only presume you're referring to the review way over here. I provide a link for other readers because you didn't bother to.

It amazes me that someone can be so thin-skinned and argumentative that they could be bothered to make the comment above. After all this time your reaction is bizarre, off-topic, and out of date, yet in tone stunningly predictable. In that way your career has clearly been at least consistent over the past few years if nothing else.

I didn't make any comment at your actual gig because it was your gig and not mine, and I don't hold hecklers in particularly high regard. Having just been heckled inexpertly by you in the comment above I'm reminded of precisely why that is. At the time I was trying to be polite: misguidedly, as it turns out, as you're obviously incapable of returning the compliment on other people's turf. I can heartily recommend such things as tact, by the way: that is, if you're still interested in learning new tricks.

And the BNP? As a guilt-ridden male feminist and unwilling and repentant member of the white middle-class patriarchy I can only stare at you, incomprehending. You'll be comparing your detractors to Hitler next.