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| Don’t be fooled by his appearance, he is a really nice guy! |
My first contact with him was from a segment he does in Charlie Brooker’s show. Essentially he spent his slot ranting on about the public, the media and society in general. A harsh reality check like this is exactly what we needed at a time such as now: when Z-listers is plastered all over the front of pointless glossy magazines, gormless morons squirting out offsprings like there is no tomorrow while the news headlines are ruled by dumbasses who can’t tell the difference between a Mosques and community centre (same difference between a church and a YMCA)!!! Yes, my time with Doug at London’s Leicester Square Theatre will be memorable. I demand of it!!!
The show kicked off slow... Although the Swedish cover did a good job warming us up to what’s about to follow with his abortion jokes, Doug struggled to gain momentum with his "Bill Hicks was in Alcohol Anonymous -> AA was a religious cult" routine. Something was really missing. Did he need more alcohol? Was Doug feeling OK? Then the answer came in the form of a plead from the audience: "Buy us some booze!" heckled someone from the crowd.
Whether or not the request was genuine is unknown - the crowd seems to be a mixture of flagrants, students, yuppies and get stopped in the street by the homeless for change or booze is a common occurrence in the street of London - nor did it matter. What mattered was that this mindless heckle had awaken something inside of Doug that made him famous and loved on both sides of the pond.
You can see that pause... The way he stared back at the audience with this look of contempt. The way his gaze scanned the crowd, baying for blood. He raised the microphone to the lips only to stop short, hesitate and reject the first thing that came to his mind. Holy god! Given we had just been laughing at abortion jokes, what could be more offensive than that?
Then it started! In what I would consider to be the perfect rendition of the Scouse / Northerner accent that epitomises the dredges of British society, Doug mocked the heckler: "Buy us a pint, mate! I am skint!". The crowd erupted into a hysteria and we were treated to a night of comedy gold!
A rant about recession, a self-depreciating torrent of anecdotal sex/masturbation stories, followed by more complaints about the general public. Being a Star Wars fan, my favourite was his comparison between American football player and Stormtroopers. The night of profanity ended with Doug Stanhope’s graphic and painful description of a torture device he had devised for idiots who takes too long while queuing in front of him. Without going into too much details, I can reveal that the device involves a spinning dildo. Its simplicity was genius and Doug’s eager description had the audience cringing with laughter.
After my experience, I have arrived at a radical theory: Maybe under all this exterior, Doug Stanhope is actually a nice guy after all. Although his muse stems from the crazed, tired, bitterness he carried towards the world, he would rarely pick on the individuals from the audience like other comics would resort to doing. Doug would always wait for the hecklers to throw the first punch, before laying down some tasty retorts, something which he is so good at doing. It is this same back-and-fro that drove the night to its amazing climax, as the audiences are welcomed into the twisted world of Stanhope.
My advice to whoever wants to check out Doug Stanhope: Bring a heckler (or two) with you because it makes all the difference!
For those of you who have yet to experience the pleasure and genius of his work, here’s my favourite, Stanhope’s take on immigration:
For those of you who have yet to experience the pleasure and genius of his work, here’s my favourite, Stanhope’s take on immigration:




