Monday 7 April 2008

I'm not the King of Comedy...

I go to see a lot of comedy gigs.

It is not uncommon for me to leave a gig awestruck wondering why I even bother trying to reach such elevated planes - especially when the Dara O'Briains, Tommy Tiernans, Rich Halls and Demetri Martins of this world make it seem so simple.

... and then? Then you read this piece that pours forth comedy gold like a mountain spring. A piece that is so effortlessly hilarious, so side splittingly surreal, so ingenious that the Perrier Award should be renamed (again!) in the author's honour. And when you read this genius you know for certain that all hope is lost. The summit has been reached. The flag of discovery has been planted and it bears the coat of arms of he who should be anointed saviour of modern comedy.

So, this August, expect to see the world's top comedians descend on Edinburgh and compete for the Eoghan Harris: King of Comedy award.

It is written tongue in cheek isn't it?

Bertie isn't really that stupendous? Is he?

[Edit: 3:16pm]
This bit..

So, while I had no tears when he rode away, I wept hard when he came back for Grainne. That's what I call a hero.

...conjures up a memorable and rather enduring image of Bertie riding his trusty steed through the Mahon tribunal courtroom (much to the horror of the assembled legal eagles), dressed in chaps and a stetson, bending down, slipping his arm around the Grainne Caruth's waist and, in one effortless movement, sweeping her on to the back of his horse and riding off into the sunset.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

A strange mix of comedy gold: "I watched with heavy heart as he stood, like a little Cuchullainn", and complete detachment from reality - "Ahern permanently interned the IRA at the general election of 2007"... What!?

The Bad Ambassador said...

That Cuchullainn bit was one of my favourites too Sheepworrier.

I believe the initial draft also mentioned Bertie's discovery of Penicillin, his crucial intervention in the Cuban Missile Crisis and how he was the only one in the crowd calling for Jesus to be released when everybody else wanted Barabbas (Or was it "Welease Wodger").

Unfortunately these had to be left out because of space limitations.

Anonymous said...

The whole conflating Celtic mythology with fictional wild west imagery trope was genius. Or very fucking stupid. I just can't make up my mind.