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16x07 - Jason Manford, Maisie Adam, Nabil Abdulrashid

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Live at the Apollo". Aired: 6 September 2004 – present.*
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British stand-up comedy programme performed from the Hammersmith Apollo.

16x07 - Jason Manford, Maisie Adam, Nabil Abdulrashid

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Ladies and gentlemen, please

welcome your host for tonight

..Jason Manford.

CHEERING

MUSIC: Stop The Cavalry

by Jona Lewie

Oh! Merry Christmas!

CHEERING

Oh, wow!

What an absolute

treat to be here,

Live At The Apollo.

CHEERING

The Christmas special, no less.

Yeah. What an absolute treat

to be here this Christmas.

Very weird being on

a Christmas TV show,

I think it's the only

Christmas TV show that I do

that the continuity

announcer has to say,

"This show contains strong

language and adult themes."

That's not festive, is it?

Are you like me, though,

when the continuity announcer

says those things,

you go, "Oh
-h*
-h*
-h*?

I love it, me, when they go,

"This show will contain

bad language, nudity

"and scenes of an adult nature,"

I think, "The holy trinity!"

"Come on! All three!

This is going to be a belter!"

I just want this to

be a normal Christmas.

I want us to go back to normal.

I don't want to be swapping

presents in lay
-bys

like we had to do last year.

That was weird, wasn't it?

It was like a weird drug deal.

I want it to go back to normal.

I want to argue with the in
-laws.

I'm looking forward

to that this year.

I want someone drunk
-crying in the

corner at 4pm in the afternoon.

I want to be reading a news story

about people who've gone to some

sh*t Winter Wonderland in Dudley.

Sat a muddy field just pointing at,

like, a dog with some antlers.

"The Santa told my

kids to f*ck off."

I wonder if Covid has

changed Christmas forever.

We'll be going to kids' nativities

and the three wise men will we

bringing gold, frankincense

and a lateral flow test.

I want a proper British Christmas.

There's nothing like it.

CHEERING

I always find there's two sets

of people at Christmas time.

There's people good

at wrapping presents

and normal people.

That's it. And those people

who can wrap presents properly

really go for it, don't they?

Oh, there yous are.

Where are the good wrappers?

SCATTERED CHEERING

And where are the normal people?

CHEERING

The good wrappers with their

matching paper and bows,

and ribbons,

and bits of foliage, and

some wild winter berries,

and the rest of us
-

just a Sports Direct bag

and some sellotape.

Occasionally, you'll go

for the dad wrapping
-

and that's where you get a

present, you put it in the middle

and then you fold up the

ends like it's a cr*cker.

You feel like you're the first

person who's ever done it.

But I'll tell you what I read,

I read recently that

all the fancy wrapping paper,

all those ribbons,

all those bows
-

bad for the environment,

all goes in a landfill somewhere.

So, actually, the rest of us people

who've been just using

last week's Stockport Express,

we're saving the planet,

ladies and gentlemen,

We're the real heroes.

We are the heroes. Greta likes us.

I'm going to say something a

little bit controversial now,

I'll probably get

cancelled for this.

Well, look, this is the worry about

doing stand
-up now on television.

Everything you say is

a potential cancellation.

You don't know.

You know, even jokes.

"Knock, knock."

"What about homeless people?

They've not got a door."

So I'm going to say it,

I'm just going to say it.

I don't want to lose you here, OK?

Remember, we're friends, OK?

But just this is just my opinion.

I think Christmas dinners are sh*t.

CHEERING AND JEERING

Come at me. Come at me. Come at me.

They're a jumped up Sunday

dinner and you know it!

All that stress and pressure

on a Christmas Day morning.

Dry turkey.

You've got to have a glass of

Vaseline to wash it down with.

Bread sauce. Who's so mental

that they ate a piece of bread

and thought, "You know what?

This would be nice if it was wet."

Sprouts. What are they, a bet?

Who likes sprouts?

CHEERING

Absolute vermin, the lot of you.

What's with the sprout?

Little devil's haemorrhoids, that's

what we call them in our house.

Little pockets of evil.

It's like a full cabbage,

just in one little bite.

Like an undiluted cabbage.

And anybody you say it to goes,

"Oh, no, the way I cook

them is different."

They say,

"Oh, I cook them in butter.

"I cook them in bacon.

"I put chocolate on them."

You're trying to mask the

fact that they're horrible!

I don't do that with Jaffa Cakes.

"Here's a Jaffa Cake.

I know they're horrible

"so I've wrapped it in some ham."

Is there anything weirder than

other people's Christmases?

Have you ever done this thing where

you're going out with somebody new

and then you spend Christmas

at their family's house?

And halfway through, you think,

"What fresh hell is this bullshit?"

And you try to be supportive,

don't you, at first?

You get up, everything's different.

"Oh, right, you all have

a lie
-in and then a walk

"before you open any presents?"

"Yes, fine.

No, totally fine, yeah."

"What, nobody watches The Snowman?

"OK. Yeah. Me neither, yeah."

But the one that gets me,

it happened to me at the in
-laws,

they all open the presents

at the same time,

in a flurry, like

absolute barbarians.

In our house, you take

turns to open presents.

Yes, it takes four and a half hours,

but what else have you got to do?

CHEERING

Who's with me?

Yes, it's like Deal Or No Deal

in our house, but we enjoy it.

Take time to savour the presents

and watch each other.

Not ripping it all

over like heathens!

Give me a cheer if you, like me,

take your time to open

presents one at a time.

CHEERING

Yes!

But that wasn't everybody.

Who, in this room,

just absolutely goes for it

with a flurry of chaos?

CHEERING

Unbelievable. Jesus hates you.

Unbelievable.

Traditions are very

important to people.

One of our famous traditions

that we do in our house
-

every single year, we go to a

town centre in the northwest

and we watch a local celebrity

turning on the Christmas lights.

It's one of my

favourite things to do.

One of my favourite moments of

doing this was a few years ago,

we went to Right into

the centre of Manchester

and would you believe,

on that night,

turning on the Christmas lights

was none other than '90s

legend Chesney Hawkes,

ladies and gentlemen?

It was Chesney Hawkes!

CHEERING

Everybody loves Chesney Hawkes,

and he was on stage

I am the one and only ♪

We were all like,

"Yes, you are, Chesney!"

You can't take

that away from me ♪

We wouldn't want to!

It was brilliant.

And he finished and we all went mad.

5,000 people, all cheering,

"Yes, Chesney!"

And he went, "Merry Christmas,

Manchester,"

and we went, "Merry Christmas,

Chesney."

He said, "Did you like that?"

We said, "We loved it."

He said, "You want another one?"

We went

"Have you got another one?"

Because we'll hear that again,

to be honest, mate. That is a tune!

That was a good night.

I'll tell you what's

hard this time of year,

trying to stay trim,

trying to lose some weight.

Are you going to

bother this Christmas?

AUDIENCE: No!

Just leave it, man. Everything's

got so many calories in.

Just looking at stuff can put weight

on, even your advent calendar.

Every bloody door's 250 calories.

It's a nightmare!

I've got MyFitnessPal.

Anybody use MyFitnessPal?

SCATTERED CHEERS

I put, MyFitnessPal,

put all my food in it.

You know, log all my food.

Make sure I'm not eating too much.

Christmas time. What's the point?

Scanning through trying to

find what 24 Miniature Heroes is

for your breakfast.

I don't know about you, right,

but there's a thing out there and

you might have heard of this,

it's called body dysmorphia.

This is It's an awful thing.

It's when you look in the mirror

and You're fine,

you're absolutely fine.

But when you look in the mirror,

the mirror tells you that you're

fat or ugly or grotesque, right?

And I've got whatever

the opposite of that is.

Because I look, I can see it,

I've got a belly, I've got the

moobs, I've got the chins,

yet when I look in the mirror,

I think, "f*cking

nailing it today, Jason."

You are hot to trot, big guy.

Yeah!

CHEERING

Sometimes I put the bins

out in my underpants

as a little treat

for the neighbours.

Hi, Mrs Morris, you dirty old cow.

You got me again.

I needed to lose some weight.

I don't know about you last year,

but I piled it on last lockdown.

My God, really went for it.

So this year, I thought, "No,

I'm going to sort myself out."

Beginning of the year,

stood on some scales.

I don't know about you with scales,

but what I love about scales

is they have been

engineered to the nth degree

by people at the top

of their profession

and yet nobody has ever

got on a set of scales

and taken the first reading as fact.

You know, when you get on it, you

go, "Well, that can't be right,

"let's"

"Just have another go there."

I spend 20 minutes river

dancing on them sometimes.

Drag it elsewhere in

the bathroom, like

"I just need to

find a friendly tile!"

There's moments when you know

you've put on a few pounds,

it might be a reflection, you know,

a shirt doesn't fit

you that it once did.

For me, I remember very clearly,

I was at home,

I ran upstairs naked,

I got a round of applause

and I was the only

person in the house.

APPLAUSE

That was a tough day, yeah.

That's exactly what it sounded like.

Thanks for reminding me.

Social media is a

good way of finding out

you've piled on a few pounds,

and not in a nasty way,

I don't mean trolls.

I mean even people who

are being nice to you.

People send me

messages all the time.

I don't know what it

is about what I look like,

but a lot of people look like me.

Even in this room tonight,

you'll have an ex
-boyfriend,

somebody who goes

to your local cafe,

maybe somebody who you work with

and it'll just be, you know,

a white guy with dark hair

trying to grow a beard, right?

There's a lot of us.

Like, 40% of this population.

And yet people sometimes

take pictures of these people

and then they tweet me and say,

"Oh, my God, my cousin,

he looks just like you."

And this has been happening

for well over a decade,

and it's yet to have

been a compliment.

Not even once, by accident,

I've ever gone,

"Oh, fair enough, he's all right."

No, no, just a cacophony

of munters for ten years.

Obviously got a high

opinion of myself, haven't I?

Sometimes people come out

In the street, they'll stop me in

the street, "Oh, mate, my pal,

"he's the spitting image of you,"

and then they bring this

thing out the pub, right?

He can't wait to meet,

he's all excited.

HE SNORTS

"You all right, mate? No way!

"Sometimes I have to do

selfies as you and everything."

"Oh, really? Because your

eyes aren't even level!"

Obviously,

I've got a high opinion of myself.

When I was trying to lose some

weight this year, a friend of mine

said to me, "Look,

don't just weigh yourself."

This is a good tip, actually.

He says, "Don't just weigh yourself

"because you can't always

The scales don't tell the truth.

"Get a tape measure.

Measure your body.

"Measure your tummy,

your chest, your neck.

"And add those numbers

up, and in a few weeks' time,

"hopefully, you'll have

lost some numbers."

I thought, "Right, that's

exactly what I'm going to do.

So I measured myself.

This was at my absolute biggest,

beginning of the year,

measuring myself right here,

in the middle of the belly,

right in the middle of the barrel.

I can't believe I'm telling

this on telly, but here we go.

"122 centimetres," it read.

Woo! Thank you, one person.

Big fan of the metric system, madam?

Because the rest of the

room is staring at me going,

"I don't know what that is."

Let me tell you, I didn't

know what it is, either,

so I went on Google,

"Convert 122 centimetres."

It's four foot.

Just let that sink

in for one second.

Four foot around the

middle of a human being.

And, for the people at the back

there, I am actually six foot tall.

That's the measurements

of an oblong, not a person!

Six by four is a bloody

fence panel where I come from.

Devastated is not the word.

And Google

Google's not your friend.

Google's using you

to keep you online

and, underneath the

information, it said

.."interesting things

that are four foot."

And I thought, "I don't

want to know, Google,"

but a little bit of my

brain was like, "I do."

So I clicked on it. First example,

Danny DeVito is four foot six.

What a day I had that day.

Woke up absolutely fine,

went to bed with the knowledge that

I could wear Danny DeVito as a belt.

It's been an odd year and

a half for rules people.

I don't know if you're a rules

person, I'm a rules person.

But the rules people have struggled

over the last year and a half

with Covid because, you know,

you look out

Scientists, epidemiologists,

nurses, doctors, researchers

all over the world have been

telling us that Covid is dangerous.

But at the same time, to be fair,

your brother's friend from

the gym says it's not

and

It's very difficult to know

who to believe, isn't it?

It's very difficultto know.

CHEERING

I know!

It's hard!

And the problem is,

when you're a rules person,

you wore the mask,

did social distancing,

you've had your vaccine,

all the things that you do.

When you're a rules person,

you do no research

because you just trust that

people cleverer than you

have done the research and

you just get the last bit

and you go, "OK, cool.

Thanks, science."

But people who don't believe in it
-

your anti
-maskers, anti
-vaxxers
-

they do LOADS of research.

It's all bollocks, but

they do LOADS of research.

They've been to the

University of Facebook,

and they passed with flying colours.

CHEERING

And the problem is

The problem is, when you

come face
-to
-face with them,

we sound like the thick one

cos we don't know

"I just wore it

"because somebody said to

wear it, I don't know."

It happened to me in the

middle of the whole pandemic,

I was walking in my village and my

brother's mate from the gym, Dean

..he saw me, "Hey, Jay.

"Hello, mate." I said,

"All right, pal?"

"I see you're wearing your mask,

you f*cking sheep."

I said, "Yeah, yeah, I am, yeah."

"What are you wearing that

for, mate? Don't do nowt."

I said, "Well, I don't

know if I'm honest, Dean,

"but I just figure if I'm wrong,

"I just accidentally

wore a mask for a year.

"Whereas if you're wrong,

someone's nana died, you know?

"And I just figure, out the

two options, mine's safest!"

CHEERING

Well Let me stop you there,

folks, because let me tell you,

Dean had me.

Dean had me with an argument

I had not thought about.

He said, "All right, mate,

explain this then.

"How come, with a mask on,

"you can't get COVID, but

you can still smell a fart?"

And I do not know, Apollo,

I've literally no idea.

I was flummoxed,

I had nothing to say.

I thought somebody

needed to put Dean

in a Chris Whitty press conference.

You know, when he opens it

up to general questioning.

"Any more questions?" "Yeah,

I've got one actually, Whitty.

"Dean, Total Fitness. Look"

"I don't know if you've done

any research on this or anything,

"but how come, with a mask

on, you can't get Covid,

"but you can still smell farts?

"A lot of us are worried about it

"at the University of

Facebook this semester."

But Witty, do you remember? He was,

like, unflappable, weren't he?

He'd just be like, "Next slide."

It'd be a graph about

farts or something.

He'd be like, "Well, as

you can see here, Dean,

"the fart particles are smaller

than Covid particles.

"The 'farticles' as we call them

in the medical community"

I don't know. I've no idea!

There's loads of

things we don't know.

My favourite argument about

the vaccine is people going,

"You know, you don't

even know what's in it.

"You don't even know

what's in it, mate."

You're going, "Oh, I've just had

chicken nuggets for dinner, mate.

"Do I look like a man who

cares what's in things?"

I've been giving my children

Calpol for 12 years.

I've never once looked

at the ingredients.

That pink magic could come

straight out of pig's arse,

right into her mouth,

but she's asleep and her

earache's gone. Thanks, science.

CHEERING

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, you

are in for an absolute treat.

I've worked with this first

act many, many times.

She's making her

Live At The Apollo debut,

so please give it

up for Maisie Adam!

MUSIC: Merry Christmas Everybody

by Slade

Hello!

CHEERING

Merry Christmas, Apollo!

It's lovely to be here.

It's very nice It's nice seeing

you all in your Christmas attire.

It's lovely, it's wonderful.

It's nice you're getting so into it

and I mean this in the

nicest possible way,

but it does feel now, for me,

a little bit like, you know,

when, on Christmas Day, you'd put

a play on for your mum and dad

in the front room as a kid.

That's what I feel like right now.

I feel like you lot were sat down

ready to watch the

EastEnders Christmas special

..and then I've come into the living

room and stood in front of the TV,

and gone, "Hello, please, can you

watch my one
-woman nativity?"

In fact, did anybody here ever play

Mary in the school nativity?

CHEERING

Really?! Yeah, with that projection,

madam, I'm not surprised.

Very good. Really

engaged the diaphragm there.

Very, very good.

I always wanted to play

Mary was the jackpot, weren't it?

Mary was the jackpot

at the school nativity.

Always wanted to play

Mary, never got it.

The biggest role I ever

got in the school nativity

This is, honest to God, true.

The biggest role I ever got was

the wife of the wise

man who brought myrrh.

The wife! I didn't even

know he had a wife!

The wife of the wise man

who brought myrrh. I was furious.

Didn't have any lines,

only the husbands had lines

because it was the '90s.

That's how it was back then.

Basically, each of the lads

had to step forward

and say what they

brought the baby Jesus,

and the first lad, he stepped

forward and he was like,

"I bring you gold."

And the second lad, he stepped

forward and he was like,

"I bring you" And he said,

"Frankenstein," cos he was nervous.

f*cking amateur.

Then my husband

..went to step forward

and, at the last minute,

I took it off him and went,

"WE bring you myrrhtogether."

CHEERING

Feminism!

It's what the Pankhursts

would have wanted.

CHEERING

My husband was mortified,

Joseph was like,

"Can you control

your wife, please, mate?"

I said, "You're one to talk, Joseph,

look where yours has ended up."

No, I love Christmas,

it's my favourite time,

it's my favourite time

for a lot of reasons,

but mainly cos you get to go home,

you get to go home and see

all of your home friends, like

I love I love hanging out with

all the people I went to school

with. We go on a big night out.

That's what I

I love a big night out.

You know what I mean when I say,

"Big night out"?

Like, stickier the

floor, the better, yeah?

Them establishments

where you walk in

and you can smell the booze

on the walls already.

Yeah, yeah.

The ones where you walk

in with your dignity

and you leave with

nothing but a hand stamp.

Yeah, them ones. Oh, I love those

nights out, love them, love them,

but I have a theory about nights out

and I think I can

persuade you guys, Apollo.

I have a theory about nights out.

I think the best nights

out we've ever been on,

or will ever go on, were the ones

when we were like 16, 17 years old.

Yeah? You know them ones?

Because there was a risk.

You weren't actually old enough

to be on the night out,

so you had to prepare for

Part of the thrill was seeing

if you could get into the nightclub

and you had to prepare

the week in advance,

you had to try and find an

ID that looked like you.

I say, "Look like you,"

have to find an ID that

was of the same race

and just hope for the best.

Do you remember the thrill of being

stood in the queue for a nightclub

trying to memorise

all of the information

on that driver's license?

I revised more for

my eldest cousin's

best friend's driver's license

than I did any of my GCSEs.

I loved it.

Trying to remember

Trying to make your face

look like the passport photo.

So that, by the time you got to the

front and handed it to the bouncer,

you'd be like

"Ask me my postcode.

Go on, I'll know it."

Also, I feel like we

need to take two seconds

to just acknowledge the

aesthetic of those years, right?

The aesthetic of them

years when I was 16
-17,

because my mum, for example,

my mum was a punk in the 1970s.

So when I look at photographs of her

when she was on her first nights

out, when she was 16
-17,

I'm like, "God, Mum, what a

time for fashion that was.

"You look amazing,

that's incredible."

And it's sad because I know

that if ever I have children,

they will never, ever

look at a photograph of me

from 2009

..and go, "God, Mum, what

a time for fashion that was.

"You look amazing.

"That's incredible." You

know the years I'm on about,

where the lads were brushing

their hair horizontally forward.

Remember that? Horizontally forward,

everything except for their fringe,

which meant that every lad

walked round with a

sort of nervous tick of

Oh, it gave you fanny

flutters, didn't it?

Oh! Yes, please!

Oh, but we can't give them

We can't, we can't give them sh*t.

Oh, God, no, no.

The women were worse.

We were worse than the lads.

Like, you know how?

Right, it started,

it started with the eye

Do you remember we were trying

fake eyelashes for the first time?

Fake eyelashes for

£1 from Poundland.

Yes, for one great British pound,

you too can look like you've got

two massive spiders on your face!

And the glue is so bad that,

halfway through the night,

it'll look like they're

trying to crawl away.

It was like a 3D experience. Then

you went down to the lips, right?

How much money do you think is spent

by the make
-up

industry year on year

by finding new colours
-

pinks, purples, reds?

Must be hundreds

of thousands of pounds.

Yet my generation, this

is why I'm proud of us,

we were the first generation to go,

"Now, do you know what I think?

"I think what we'll do is we'll

take the foundation from our face

"and move it to our lips, yes."

"Yes, just move that

Dream Matte Mousse along. Yes."

If you don't know,

Dream Matte Mousse was a foundation

that was literally like wearing

sponge cake on your face.

And then the worst bit of all,

the piece de resistance of

this make
-up ensemble, right,

was the fringe, the fringe,

because you know how, now,

if you want a fringe

as a nice little A side fringe,

sort of accentuate

the features of your face,

it's quite subtle, it's quite nice.

Oh, God, no back in '09, if you

wanted a side fringe, right?

That's what you were

working with, my friends.

CHEERING

Yeah!

That's what you were working with.

It says a lot when the

current haircut I've got now

is not the shittiest

one I've ever had.

Honestly, you go on any girl

my age's Facebook profile,

I promise you, right? Go

Go on her profile and go back to

the picture that she had in 2009.

I promise you, I promise you,

it'll be her with a

fringe like this, OK?

Stood in front of a

door before a night out,

sideways on, with a clutch bag.

It won't just be

you either, will it?

Won't be you, it'll be you

and all of your friends,

usually stood in

height order for the photo.

All sideways on with your clutches

and the photo's not

taken on an iPhone.

No, no, no. It's taken on a

bright pink digital camera.

Yes, and you slid the door

back, you slid the door back.

What was great about that camera was

you could then wear it on a string

around your wrist for

the rest of the night.

You'll be stood sideways on,

with your clutch bags,

in a line and you'll

all be stood the same way

cos there was only one

post back in 2009, right?

Which was this.

Different time! Different time!

Loved it.

People have got their traditions

at Christmas, haven't they?

Everyone's got their

things that they do.

My family, we love to go

to the Boxing Day football.

We love to go to the

Boxing Day football.

I LOVE football.

Absolutely adore it.

I've played it my whole life.

I actually had trials at

Leeds United as a teenager,

but I don't like to go on about it.

Oh, my God, no, please,

now. I'm really shy.

Like, if you see me afterwards,

don't ask me about my time

at Leeds United because

I'll just be really modest!

I love football,

absolutely adore it.

And when I moved recently,

from Yorkshire to Brighton,

and it took me a long time

to find a football team,

a local women's football

team that I could play

It took me a long, long time

and, just before Christmas,

I finally found one

and it was great.

I saw this girl post about

it on a forum on Facebook

for women in Brighton and

I messaged her straight away.

I said, "Hi, can I join your

football team, please?"

And she said, "Yes, of

course, it's £5 to play.

"We play Thursday nights and we're

an LGBT friendly team," right?

In Brighton.

I thought everything was

LGBT friendly in Brighton,

I thought "LGBT friendly" in

Brighton just meant "citizen".

So I turned up, right? With my

£5 to play. Had the best time.

It was wonderful.

Everyone was so lovely.

I forgot how much I enjoyed playing,

it was really such a lovely evening.

In fact, I'll say it,

I played, frankly, 90 minutes

of world
-class football.

Three assists. Two goals.

Only mentioned the Leeds United

thing once, it was amazing.

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And afterwards, right? And

afterwards, the captain, she went,

"Oh, if you'd like to come

to the pub with us,

"we always go for a

drink after the game,

"you're very welcome to join us."

I said, "Yeah, that'd

be lovely. Thank you.

"I'm always looking for

new mates in the city."

So we went along to this pub, we got

a round in, we sat in this booth

and she went, "Well, I think we

"should say welcome

to our latest member.

"Maisie, welcome to

Blags, and cheers!"

And I cheersed as well and said,

"Sorry, what's Blags?"

And she looked at me like

I'd said, "What is football?"

She went, "Blags
- Brighton l*sbian

and g*y Sport Society."

And as it sunk in

that I had accidentally joined

a l*sbian football team

..I made the decision,

there and then,

to keep my heterosexuality

hidden, right?

And I got home that night and

my boyfriend Michael was like,

"How was it, love?

I was like, "Yeah, good.

I think I'll have to refer to

"as Michelle from now on."

I told him what happened

and he was like,

"Oh, you should probably

be honest there."

I said, "You're right,"

and I messaged the captain.

I said, "Hi. Thanks so much for

this evening. I really enjoyed it.

"I just thought I

should let you know,

"cos you said Blags, I'm straight,

"and if it's best

I don't come any more

"cos it's a safe space for your

community. Please just let me know.

"It won't be awkward. I'd hate

to infiltrate the lesbians."

Upon reflection, "infiltrate"

was too strong a word.

And she didn't reply,

right, for 12 hours.

12 hours I spent lamenting myself

for accidentally

infiltrating the lesbians.

Woke up the next morning,

she'd replied.

She said, "Hi. Don't worry about it.

"Most of our team are

of the LGBTQ community,

"but as long as you're inclusive,

you're very welcome to join us."

I said, "Oh, great,

thank you so much."

And I turned up the next week,

right? And the captain, she went,

"Hello, we've got you a

little Christmas present.

And she said, "Well, we've

got your shirt number printed

"and she held it up and

it was the number one

"which, if you don't know,

is usually for the goalkeeper."

And I said, "Hang on, what's that

about? I don't play in goal."

And she genuinely went,

"No, no, no, it's because

of the shape of the number.

"You're the only straight one."

I was so touched.

I was so touched, and then

she unravelled it further

to show the name she'd got printed

for me
- "c*ck Gobbler."

And true to form, Apollo,

I'm very good at heading it,

and I'm not afraid of a tackle.

You've been an absolute dream.

Merry Christmas, I've been

Maisie Adam, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Maisie Adam, everybody!

I told you, absolutely fantastic.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

are you ready for

your next act of the night?

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I worked with this guy

very recently on my show.

He's absolutely hilarious.

Please put your hands together

for Nabil Abdulrashid!

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What's going on, everybody?

Are you all right?

I'm Nabil Abdulrashid

and, of course,

some of you will recognise

me from mistaking me

for security outside.

Cos when you look like me,

you can't just be outside

to enjoy the ambience. No!

Everyone assumes you're there

to search people or sell drugs.

So I do both.

I take them from him,

give them to him.

It's how you stimulates

an economy, you see.

Or a w*r.

So, it's amazing.

I go to the

Britain's Got Talent last year

and I got a golden buzzer.

It was amazing.

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But I'll tell you what was better,

I got to annoy racists

across the country!

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By simply existing, right?

I'm not just talking about

gammons on Twitter,

I'm talking about other comedians

because, believe it or not,

comedians are some of the most

insecure, r*cist, jealous people.

I'm not saying they're all

white men, but they are.

And I had this one guy who

did the show, just like me,

but he didn't do as well

because he's sh*t.

And he said

"Nabil, you know why you

did better than me?"

I said, "Because I'm better

than you." And he said,

"No. The reason you did well is

because you've got a good gimmick."

I said, "Gimmick? GIMMICK?

"OK. What's that?" Then

he said, "Oh, you know."

I said, "What, exfoliation?

What?

"I thought

everybody knew about that."

He said, "No, no, no, no.

You know, the black stuff."

HE GASPS

I said

"You're really going to reduce my

whole existence into a gimmick."

"This is not" I said, "b*tch

"..this is no gimmick.

"I woke up like this."

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It's not a gimmick. And then we

got we got into a back and forth

in the green room, like,

"Well, why do black comedians

"all talk about being black?"

I said, "I don't know.

I think it's a black thing."

He said, "Yeah, but you

guys all talk about race,

"and that's not a

big deal any more."

I said, "Yeah, but you guys

all talk about your genitals

"and those were never

a big deal, so"

Ra
-ra
-ra
-ra
-ra!

You know, I was deeply

hurt by what he said,

so I decided I was going

to turn a new leaf.

You know? This is all I know.

This is my experience. This

is what I talk about, I said,

"You know what? I'm going

to try something different."

And I decided to announce

it officially on Twitter.

So I went on Twitter and I said,

"Hey, guys, I promise

not to do any more jokes

"about Islamophobia or racism.

"As long as you guys promise not to

be Islamophobic or r*cist to me

"..for a week." I didn't

want to be too demanding.

One week is OK, no?

The first response

"Well, sod of back to Africa,

then, you t*rror1st!"

I said, "Oh!

"The people have voted!"

I must deliver!

I knew what the people would

vote for before they voted

but I let them vote to feel strong

because that's how democracy works.

And I realised something as

well, because they all started

pouring all this abuse on

me on Twitter, I realised

Have you ever noticed how racists

can never be r*cist properly

in their own language?

Like they can never spell,

read or write their own?

I spent the whole night going

FAUX POSH VOICE:

"No, no, no, Darren,

"There's only one K in f*ck off."

You know, it was really

This one guy who was like,

"Oh, if you don't want to be

in our country"

"Our country" spelled A
-R
-E.

Country!

"If you don't want to

be in our country

then why don't you leave, you?"

Now, he wanted to

call me a dickhead,

but he omitted the K and A.

So the last word in the sentence

read, "D
-I
-C
-H
-E
-D."

Man called me a "diched"!

And I'm sorry, but there's

no comeback for "diched"

because that's not English.

This guy transcended

linguistic barriers, right?

I said, "Mate, that's

French. You leave."

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My favourite other thing

that these guys do

is they always heckle you with,

like, threats of deportation.

They're like, "Oh, you need to be

on the first boat back to Africa,"

because apparently there's a boat

that just goes there, right?

Doesn't go to any

country in particular,

just parks outside Africa and

we moonwalk home, just

"The first boat back to Africa."

I said, "What? why the first boat?"

"Why a boat? My brother,

if you hate me that much,

"why not a plane?

They're so much faster."

"Trust me, they are.

That's how I came here."

"On the first boat"

I said, "Why the first boat?

"My brother, I descend from the

tribe that turned sl*ve ships

"around from Brazil and

went back to Nigeria.

"You don't want me on a boat.

"Put me on a plane.

"Actually, Muslim, plane, that might

not work out so well, but"

But fair enough, OK. Thing is,

they keep saying,

"The first boat, the first boat."

Man, I've got a wife and two kids.

We're never making the first boat.

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Do you know how long it takes

those three women to get ready?

No! Were not

making the first boat

and I can't leave her here

cos these guys don't

like single mums, so

Because racists tend

to be misogynistic, too.

Yeah, I know. Don't worry,

I'm not a feminist.

I just think they make a

lot of very good points.

I think it's very pretentious

how a lot of men decide that,

because they don't

hate women that much,

they're now a feminist.

I'm not one of those guys.

I'm honest. I think the best

way to describe my condition

is that I am a

recovering misogynist.

What that means is that I

acknowledge the patriarchy's a thing

and that, as a man, I benefit.

I have male privilege from a society

that systemically

discriminates against women.

I believe that toxic masculinity,

r*pe culture, these things exist

and they have subconsciously

affected all men
-

at least all straight ones.

And I also admit that I,

despite all that I know,

have deeply problematic thoughts

and views about women.

But I don't tweet them,

and that makes me a good person.

No, the reason

The thing is, to be fair,

I'm way too happy to

be a feminist and

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It's hard work.

I said that recently in Brighton.

Uh

And it was within earshot

of a level
-nine feminist.

Now Yeah, she was a level nine.

She had, like, the

purple dreadlocks.

She was like the boss of all

After you fight all

the other feminists,

she's the last one you meet.

Just appears in the cloud

of smoke and organic music.

Just "BOOF!"

So I hear, "Excuse me,

"I think you'll find

that joke is sexist

"and it's a stereotype

about feminists."

I said, "Are you sure?"

I said, "Why don't you

tell the truth, Nabil?

"With everything you know, why

don't you want to be a feminist?"

And I said, "Well, to be fair,

the real truth is this, OK?

"I have no interest in

dismantling the patriarchy

"or getting rid of male

privilege." She said

"Why?!"

I said, "Because look

at me, I am black.

"Male privilege is the

only privilege I have."

She's like, "Nabil, you

should join the feminist cause

"because, 300 years ago, we would

have fought to free your people."

I said, "No, you wouldn't.

"300 years ago, you'd

have fought to own us too."

I said, "No, you know what?

Maybe, for once,

"we should make allyship

transactional,

"maybe we could have a trade.

"I could trade you some

of my male privilege

"and you could trade me

some of your white privilege

"and through

this existential osmosis,

"where I become a bit whiter

and a bit more feminine,

"the world becomes better."

And it was at this

point that I realised

what a genius

Michael Jackson actually was.

Hee
-hee!

But the thing is, just before

everything went to sh*t,

Christmas period, I was

performing in Holland, right?

I'm a Muslim. I don't

celebrate Christmas.

But you know, it's a nice time

because it brings out

the best in people.

People go out and do acts of

charity they normally would not do.

It's something that I've always

had a positive association with

until I went to Holland.

Because Holland has, like,

a longer, darker cut of Christmas,

like the Snyder cut of Christmas.

I went over there and they teach

children in Holland that

IN FAUX DUTCH ACCENT: "..if you're

a good kid, then the Sinterklaas,

"which is basically Santa,

will give you gifts.

"Oh, it's good. Ja. Ja."

But if you're bad,

then Zwarte Piet
-

which means "Black Pete"
-

will kidnap you and sell

you into sl*very in Spain,

and they teach this to kids

as little as three and four.

Now, the promoter who's booked me

is a black Surinamese Dutch guy.

He's a black Dutch guy.

Never thought to tell me

that this was the case

because not only that, white Dutch

people run around in blackface,

scaring kids in the name

of Christmas spirit.

IN FAUX DUTCH ACCENT:

"It's good, ja. Oh, ja."

So I show up and these guys went up

to me in full blackface Zwarte Piet

HE CACKLES

going

And out of fear for my life,

I knocked him out cold, rude boy.

Nah.

Cold!

Knocked the black off that white boy

and my friend's like,

"Nabil, man, we need to go,"

I'm like, "Nah, so what? Croydon.

"Never ran, never will. So what?

"Ops get dropped. Bang, bang."

I looked up and I saw 15 more.

Listen, I'm a heavy
-set Nigerian,

but on this day I was Kenyan.

I ran!

I ran!

We ran like nine blocks.

I'm like, "Bro, what

the hell was that?"

As we're running I mentioned

my friend's black, right?

He's six
-two, big afro, red lips.

11 months of the year,

good looking Dutchman.

One month of the year, Zwarte Piet.

We're running, kids see him and

run in the opposite direction.

I'm like, "Bro, why are these

kids running away from you?"

He explained what it was, and

I was like, "Oh, thank God,

"cos I just watched this

documentary on R Kelly and phew!"

In the end, he was like

IN FAUX DUTCH ACCENT: "No,

it's not funny, bro. It's r*cist.

"It's not funny. It's r*cist.

We keep telling them,

"they don't listen."

And I thought to myself, "Yes, it

is r*cist, but I've got two kids

"and I don't mind

kids being scared of men

"because men are the

ones that harm kids.

"Men are trash. I agree."

But what I don't like about this is

that they're only

scared of black men.

So I thought,

"Rather than cry racism,

"let's get black men to

dress up like white men

"..and scare the hell

out of these kids too."

That way,

they'll be scared of all men

and not just one race.

And it was at this moment I realised

what a genius

Michael Jackson actually was.

Well, that's my time.

I'm Nabil Abdulrashid.

Assalaamu Alaikum.

Croydon, stand up.

Nabil Abdulrashid!

There you go.

Have you had a good night?

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Merry Christmas!