Comedy is an interesting thing. It used to make me feel quite uncomfortable when I was younger and that was potentially because I didn’t have the experience to appreciate things that didn’t take themselves seriously. I was a bit of a purist a few years ago. I decided that some things shouldn’t be funny, and those were the sorts of things that usually are. Now that I am a little bit taller, and realising how much there is to learn from everybody else, I’m finding it easier to take myself less seriously and relax. Now I see comedy in a similar way to that in which I should see exercise (but I never do that) letting strangers make me laugh has become an important part of what healthy living has come to be for me. I take the jokes wherever I can find them.
If you’re looking for a giggle in London, I have a few suggestions. First of all, try and smile at the suited men on the Waterloo and City line – 9 times out of 10 they’ll furrow their eyebrows at you, the other 1 time they’ll half smile, realise what they’re doing literally shake it off their face and look at their brown shoes with concern over who they became in those moments. Secondly, give yourself a treasure hunt with something you own and the challenge of the 12 part puzzle that is retrieving something from TFL lost property. Absolute Joke. My last suggestion is the gem of the comedy club on Queen’s Head Street, Angel, and you’re not even paying for laughter because entrance to The Bill Murray is absolutely free.
Tucked out of the way it’s not the kind of place you’d bump into on your way to anywhere else, which is fortunate because it’s such a cool, intimate space. Open every day of the week and with shows pretty much every hour it’s a great place to spend a night if you’re not into the self-conscious sweaty and overly sexual house-music vibe of London’s night clubs. It’s also fab if you’re the kind of person that really enjoys having a number between 1 and 50 sharpie-ed onto your hand to make sure that ‘cool, intimate space’ isn’t a bit too intimate.
I’ve found that the comedians there are consistently very good, and it’s currently just about my favourite evening in Central. As well as original unseen funny faces with fresh angles the Bill Murray often plays host for some famous names and unusually for a venue that’s seen the likes of Dara O’Briain, Joe Lycett, Russell Howard and many more the Bill Murray still maintains that natural, almost underground vibe that makes you feel like you’re in on something not many people are.
If you’re interested in stepping up to the mic too they host comedy writing workshops and whatnot. Anyway, as you’re all used to reading by now the beer is good beer and it’s a great place to drink and relax. The smokers amongst you should definitely be interested in this harsh London weather with a heater as effective as theirs in the sheltered beer garden.
I wish I had one funny thing to say in this post about comedy, but I think it’s probably better not to try . . . in any case London is about doing something different – so if you want to spice up your night with some local anecdotes or try your luck at catching a celebrity in an uncommonly close space, get off at Angel and wander around until it looks like you’re in the middle of no-where and you won’t be too far off. While everybody else is trying to work out whether or not Michael Jackson is a paedophile you’ll be happy to have a good non-Brexit orientated chuckle in a dark room with good people. The audience participation was so gruelling that the other night a couple in the audience broke up mid performance – and if that’s not an incentive, I don’t know what is.