Up until tonight, my experience of Glasgow wit was The Herald’s diary column and rambling drunks on Sauchiehall Street. However thanks to a night out with three joinees at The Stand comedy club, I now know different.
There’s seemingly stuff on seven days a week at The Stand, but Monday nights are a regular slot for improvisation gang Dance Monkey Boy Dance, who the other joinees are big fans of.
Each Monday there’s a prize draw for two free tickets, and didn’t I just win tonight’s one. DMBD member Raymond Mearns dragged me up on stage and as my email address was on the card he asked about my website and we ended up talking mullets for a few minutes; me stuttering my way through my explanation while being blinded by the stage lights. Then later, between sketches, another of the team read out bits of this site they’d printed out backstage. I was mortified, but not for the first time I was glad there’s nothing (very) incriminating on here.
The comedy itself was brilliant, with a great mix of silly sketches, songs and humiliation of unsuspecting audience members. Dance Monkey Boy Dance were crude, but very, very funny. I’ll definitely go back. Especially now I have free tickets.
