Si' daaaaaaaaaaahn

I've just completed a stand-up comedy course and I reckon I half succeeded as I wasn't sitting down.

The culmination was a evening of amateur "comics" who have spent three hours on Sunday over the last seven weeks trying to be funny. I pity the audience who had to sit through it all, but that's what friends are for (they weren't all my friends, but you know what I mean). I was quite pleased with my performance and the audience seemed to respond well, laughing when I came on and cheering wildly when I told them I was out of time.

We get a video of our performance which is good and bad; good because it's good and bad because good things like that never look quite as good as the good in one's mind. When I get it and edit out the unfunny bits, I want to host it online somewhere, but I have no idea how to, so please get in touch if you know how to post seven seconds of video.

The consensus was that the best comic was the 15 year old Indian lad who to his credit swore heavily in front his mum, dad and sister. I've sworn heavily in front of them too, but it wasn't so bad as I'm not related to them. We think he did well as he is fearless and hasn't seen so much comedy as to affect his natural style. The fact that he could simply just be funnier than us didn't come into the equation.