Fortunately its the worst room in town. Not that the Soho is a bad bar, the staff is cool and the girls are sexy. Unfortunately it's comedy night is run by one of those failed comedians I was talking about. Anyway, after months of not going there, I was looking for a local room for the crew and cast of the film I had done, to see me do comedy, so I went down to do it. Just about the only thing going for it is that it has been going a long time. The money is shit, but the fact that the management has let it go on after weeks and weeks of terrible shows, and worse audiences, makes me think their accountant sees some advantage to it. Anyway, for 80 bucks, i was going to do it, so i told some people i would be there. Then the mc/producer/english ponce facebooks me (cause thats how tough he is) to tell be someone else is booked. I tear him a new one and he renegs. So I go down there, and coincidentally there's a pretty good crowd. Turns out its the bartenders last night, and the staff is all there - sitting by the stage. In spite of the MC's usual unintelligible prattle, the audience stays. I am told I can do as much time as I want. Since the MC failed to take advantage/pay homage to the going away party that is happening - so I do, with great results. The staff loves the attention. About 40 minutes in, the Ponce gives me the light (a red reflector light that looks like it's off his bicycle helmet) I acknowledge and move towards my closing bit. Before I can get to the end, this git walks very obviously to the front and gives me the light again. (did I mention he couldn't remember my name when he introduced me?) So I made fun of it, and tried to rewind to a closing. Now since I was only getting 80 bucks, I told them to buy my CD before they put money in the bucket. So after the show, one of the amateurs sent to do the panhandling, told the ponce the reason there wasn't much in the tin cup was because they bought a CD instead. This sends the pencil-necked immigrant into a fit, so he shorts me the money. Oh well, I was too busy surrounded by sexy girls who loved the show. Best one ever - the staff said.
Since then I've been getting Facebook messages from this English poof, referring to my "stunt" calling me "silly" and "a child in a man's body". I understand now why his jokes are so weak - even his rage is pantywaisted.
But this is how legends happen. All part of being unforgettable.
Meanwhile, here's some pictures of me skating with K, and NOT obeying her advice that if I wanted a girlfriend, I should quit putting pictures on my blog with me and pretty girls.
