Beige jacket, no shirt (nips out), brown flares.White vest, blood bags strapped to your chest, nae shoes.Bandanna, cardie, knee-high boots.Yellow t-shirt, casual jeans.Cowboy shirt, jeans and some sweet, sweet kicks.Flannel shirt, snapback and some old skool trainers.
Ask the audience to throw coins at you.Call out a comedian for heckling you then immediately admit defeat.Unravel a roll of toilet paper and pretend to be the Andrex puppy.Scrap your act and opt for public urination instead.Wrestle a punter over the origins of a meringue based dessert.Bring on your bike and give it to a member of the audience.
With a combination of self-deprecation and whimsy.PROVOKE 'EM!You don't.Lean into it. There's nothing they can say to you that you haven't already heard.Assume a lunge position and get ready to slay. They're going to regret taking you on.Engage them in conversation then immediately regret it.
Would YOU Survive Late'n'Live?
You were a hot mess but everybody loved you... even though Adam Hills had to lure you off stage because you were meant to finish 20 minutes ago. Sure, the audience threw coins at you and some landed in your PINT of Baileys but that just meant you had some change to buy chips on the way home. Win-win!
Not your finest gig. Maybe if you had worn shoes it could have turned out differently? You certainly would have avoided standing on that glass from the bottle you smashed on stage. Not that it matters, life works out pretty well for you in a few years time.
It was an early gig in your career and on this occasion DANIEL FREAKING KITSON decided to heckle you. That's right, king of comedy, Daniel Kitson decided to heckle you at one of your first gigs... what's a gal to do? Come back and smash it the next year. Damn straight.
You literally took the piss and the crowd loved it. A giddy Russell Howard looked on as you gave in to the audience request for you to wee on a jumper... you did it. Jimmy Carr came out to mop up after you. Where else would that happen but Late 'n' Live?
Christmas came early for you on this occasion! You spent the majority of your set (lovingly) wrestling a punter based on an argument about the origins of pavlova. It was great. Fully great.
What's the time? It's David O'Doherty time. Smashed it, mate. You cracked some jokes, gave away your only mode of transport to a punter and then watched him crowd surf with it into the Edinburgh night. Belter!