One of the thing that amuses me about being on tour is that wherever you go you are guaranteed to get a massive laugh if you take the piss out of the next town along to the one youÂ’re in. Tonight I was in Birmingham and so was able to get cheap and effusive laughter from implying that the men of Wolverhampton have extremely smelly cocks.
Of course when I was in Wolverhampton a few weeks ago I got a similar level of appreciation for making exactly the same disparaging comments about the genital hygiene of BirminghamÂ’s male population.
The audience will cheer and applaud, even though in their hearts they must know that I am simply playing to local sensibilities. I love the fact that our greatest disdain is reserved for those who live closest to us and who essentially to an outside observer are practically identical. Of course, hardly anyone is really taking any of this seriously and they are aware that they are participating in what is essentially a massive joke (itÂ’s like in my heart I know the people of Sistova Road are essentially the same as the people in my street, but I would never admit that in print, because they are all idiots).
Recently IÂ’ve been enjoying pointing the stupidity of this out to the partisan crowd. But despite this, I did acknowledge that I genuinely think Birmingham is superior to Wolverhampton. Although it is probably only superior in the sense that shit is superior to diarrhoea. I didnÂ’t mention that to the audience though. See how deceitful the comedian can be.
Although in honesty most people love jokes about how crap their own town is. Nearly everywhere is a shit hole to be honest. I am sure that is why we find knocking our local rivals so much fun. “Yeah, that’s right, I do live in Birmingham, but at least I’m not from Wolverhampton.” We are laughing at each other and ourselves. This is what comedy is for, in my arrogant opinion.
Unfortunately, as with most good jokes, there are a few people who take these things seriously and think it is a good idea to beat someone senseless because of their post-code, or because they believe in a slightly different form of the exact same religion.
But all the people who are like that either live in Wolverhampton or Sistova Road or [INSERT THE NAME OF YOUR LOCAL ENEMY HERE]
