Very mini documentary about comedy I made
So, early this year I made this series of videos about stand up comedy as part of the work I do on Comedy.com.au. They’re specifically about stand up comedy and comedy festivals. I was very lucky to have access to some of the hardest working and funniest comedians in the country.
You don’t see modern Australian stand ups getting a chance to talk about “their craft” on camera very often, so I’m quite proud looking back.
I said ‘more to come’ at the end of the third episode before realising there was really no more video I could use from the 36 hours I was in Adelaide.
EP 1
EP 2
EP 3
Sketch Comedy 2
1. INT HOSPITAL DAY 1.
DEAF GUY RECOVERING FROM AMNESIA
Hitler did what to six million shoes!?
END
So, this was outside my work.
Whoever wrote it either misunderstands a lot or is a genius.
Is he saying the graffiti isn’t art or is he saying he’s gay?
Is he making a statement?
This piece of art has made me feel, think and question more than anything I’ve seen all year.
It’s a masterpiece.
Anyway, I’m hoping when I print, frame and hang this image that a graffiti artist somewhere will develop a sudden affection for Maggie Beer and European pop singers.
Everybody Loves Tom
Me to girlfriend: Just because you want something more than me, doesn’t mean it’s more important, OK!?
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Fan fact: What Tom wanted was to not put his shoes away.
My weekend
On Sunday I saw a lady run up to a Woolworths employee shouting
“I need Quick-Eze. What aisle are the Quick-Eze!? Do you know Quick-Eze?”
Oh man. You should have seen it. She was all like:
“I need Quick-Eze. What aisle are the Quick-Eze!? Do you know Quick-Eze?”
I don’t know if I’m selling it.
A woman. Running. Indigestion.
What a wonderful weekend.
Sketch Comedy
I’ve been writing sketches for my friend’s sketch group. They didn’t like this one:
1. EXT - THE PARK - DAY 1.
GIRL
Damn, that boy’s got swagger.
BOY
I have cerebral palsy, Monique!
THE END
The day I made my boss laugh
Boss: Tom, what’s a word for tweeting about fisting?
Me: Fweeting.
Boss: What?
Me: Fweeting.
Boss: *laughs*
Office lawyer walking by: What’s fweeting?
Boss and Me: *laughing*
Boss: Tweeting about fisting.
Daylezford
This lyric from the new Kanye/Jay Z album:
…run a bubble bath. And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft…
is making me feel a lot cooler about this weird weekend retreat spa trip I’m going to with my girlfriend, mum and her boyfriend this weekend.
Not it’s not. It’s still weird.
Is it weird?
No, fuck you, it’s going to be hell luxurious and as long as I can’t see my mum anywhere I will pretend I’m Yeezy in bubblebath like a hovercraft.
Died
I once told my friend that a distant friend of both of ours had died when they hadn’t (they pulled through).
I meant to call my friend to correct myself but couldn’t be bothered.
What do you reckon?
