Frank Skinner on the Road
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In this new volume of memoirs, Frank Skinner describes his experience of going back on the road doing stand-up again, after many years spent working mainly on television. His adventures on tour are by turns funny and moving as he meditates on growing older, the terrors and joys of trying to make a live audience laugh night after night and on the nature of comedy itself.
For the first time we read a comedian's account, in his own words, of how his act is put together; his return to a world of dark little clubs and the strange encounters he has there. But what is perhaps most startling and original about Frank Skinner's writing is his honesty nbout not only the highs and lows of his career, but more intimate and personal issues - male sexuality and matters of the heart.
DON’T like them, I’m just saying keep it to yourself.’ The ocean swished into the shore and we moved on to another subject. I know what Dave meant. I hate those celebrity questionnaires when every answer seems to be saying, ‘This is who I want you to THINK I am.’ Men are the worst. Every try-too-hard trendy male celebrity seems to like Japanese movies – well, Japanese anything, really – snowboarding, and a football team they don’t get much chance to see because of work. And they always, when
the fact that, touring done, bright lights extinguished, the burghers and me are back home, safe and sound. Despite my resolution to not think about the end of the tour, I must admit I had been wondering, for some time, how it would feel when I hit that last note in the Osama song, onstage in Harrogate, and knew the job was done. As it was, I went to the C chord a couple of beats too early and completely fucked up the ending. The last moment of the last gig of the tour was a mistake. But that’s
bread with praise? They probably wrote something like: At last, Skinner has discarded that tired old trope of carefully constructed fuck-fuck-football one-liners. In this new show, he completely abandons jokes, embraces the surreal and, in a glorious Tourette’s-de-force, says some random words. The highlight for me was ‘solicitous’. Anyway, I was talking about those reviews that quote lots of jokes from the show. Well, because I hate doing gags that people already know, because I like to
‘Dates are the most fattening food you can possibly eat, but at least they don’t give you cancer, like avocados’ – and generally showing off to her little group and anyone else on the carriage who wasn’t wearing industrial headphones. This ‘little group’ includes her younger and much more sensible sister, Rachel, who Cath has somehow managed to convert into an elder sister; regularly phoning and texting her for advice on the most trivial and non-urgent things. Rachel has long brown shiny hair,
make me feel well when I’m sick. The plusses of illness are something you think more and more about as you get older. When you’re twenty you lie in bed and think, ‘I feel terrible; I’m going to die; I’ll never see any of my friends again.’ When you’re fifty you lie in bed and think, ‘I feel terrible; I’m going to lose at least half a stone; I’ll be able to get into those jeans again.’ And, no, it isn’t only women who think that – it’s only women who ADMIT they think that. The other plus is an