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  • Writer's pictureSam Avery

I Thought I'd Seen It All

So I’m doing a gig, trying out new stuff for next year’s show.

I spot a girl filming me on her phone.

I politely ask her not to film as the bit I’m doing is brand new and I’m still figuring out how to make it work. She carries on filming so I very nicely ask again to please stop filming.

She says it’s to send to her friend. He’s from Liverpool, you see. Like me.

I ask her if he lives abroad. (Maybe he gets homesick and yearns to hear a Scouse accent?)

She says he lives in Liverpool so I gently question the point of sending a video of someone with a Scouse accent to someone who is surrounded by Scouse accents.

She finally stops filming. It’s all very amicable.

I start the next bit, again, new material that I’ve never said before.

I hear someone talking in the crowd.

I ask who it is.

Nobody answers.

I recognise the voice.

It’s ME.


For some reason she’s now playing the video back to herself and my own voice from 2 mins ago is now disrupting the gig.

That’s right. I’m heckling myself.

And I thought I’d seen it all...


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