I was due a bad gig. Shame it had to be while there was a competition on. From the first gag, I was in trouble... it was only a matter of time before some vindictive sod in the audience exercised their right to croak me off the stage.

I completely blame the table of witches at the front centre of the gig... these Leeds-resident harridans were humourless, which could be easily determined from their tactical voting when the weakest act was playing. I can't fathom why anyone would card George and Zippy!

On the other hand, I most certainly failed to get the big laughs or audience rapport. I did a bad gig. I would not have won. Croak-tastic!