In the past, I had visited The Stand as a paying punter. Watching Richard Herring, Raymond Mearns and many, many more take to the small stage. They were full of confidence, full of bravado, and more importantly, they made a crowd of strangers laugh. I often sat wondering how on earth they could do it, and now it was my turn.
After checking in at the desk, I was pointed in the general direction of a curtain, behind which was a small corridor, contained within was the green room. I checked the running order. I was on third. I was delighted to see that Scott Agnew was the MC for the night. I had met him once before, when he compered the SYTYF gig. He was friendly and generous with his time and
surprisingly remembered who I was, which is always nice. Chris Conroy had also been drafted in (from the pub) as a last minute replacement for some one that had dropped out. Why the fuck would you drop out of a gig at The Stand? Again,
Chris is always friendly and generous with his time and advice.
The thing I had always been warned about the gig at The Stand is not to over-run your 5 minute slot. If you do, they mercilessly cut the mic and “music” you off to the strains of Reet Petite. I had trimmed and timed my set. 4 minutes 30 seconds max!
The time flew in. I got some laughs. More than usual. I just started my last 10 second joke when……
Reet Petite blasted out.
I fumbled the radio mic into the stand and slinked off.
Don’t get me wrong. I had a ball, but learned a very important lesson. Drastically under time your set at The Stand.