After work I did what any self-respecting comedian might do. I went to a gig. However, I wasn't performing. We went along to the gig because it was being arranged by a local act/promoter and so we would - a) get in for free, and b) swell the audience figures appropriately. We also went along because the closing act - AW - is one of my favourite circuit comedians. It's strange to think of someone as being underrated when you know that both you and the audience wetting themselves at his act clearly rate them highly. However, AW must be an underrated comedian as his incredible power as an act doesn't seem to be matched by how well known he is among the general public.

Comedians rate their performance by how much laughter they generated per capita. That's the best judge of an act - the amusement the audience encountered and expressed. However, there are a couple of things which truly bless a comedian. If someone laughs so much that they spit their beer at you, you smilingly wipe your brow and then feel glad that you made them lose control of their mouth. If someone laughs until a little bit of wee comes out, then you've made it. The headliner on this occasion is a stalwart favourite of mine and I was glad that I could take my girlfriend along to enjoy his performance and his company after the show. Despite knowing his routines quite well, having seen them a bunch of times, the performance I watched that night was so strong and so funny that it was I, the so-called-experienced-comedian, who did the beer spitting. Only a little beer was ejected from my lips, but ejected it was. It was a combination of the quality of the gag and the superb timing with which it was delivered. I couldn't help myself. I ejaculated beer... orally.