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16x02 - Loyiso Gola, Scott Bennett, Helen Bauer

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.

16x02 - Loyiso Gola, Scott Bennett, Helen Bauer

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Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome your host

for tonight,

CHEERING

Loyiso Gola.

Yo!

Yo!

Welcome to the Apollo!

AUDIENCE: Woo!

Yeah.

I'm a Londoner now.

I just moved here, man. It's nice.

I'm from South Africa.

I'm a Londoner.

AUDIENCE SCREAMS

Thank you. Everyone always asks me,

"What's your favourite thing

about London?

"What's your favourite thing

about London?"

My favourite thing about

London is that everybody uses

the word "dickhead".

It's amazing. "Oh, he's a dickhead,

he's a dickhead, yeah,

"he's a dickhead.

He's a dickhead.

"Oh, he's a dickhead.

No, he's a f*cking dickhead.

"He's a dickhead.

"The Prime Minister,

what a dickhead.

"He's a dickhead."

The other day

I called someone a d*ck.

I said,

"Hey, mate, you're a d*ck."

They were, like, "Hey, hey,

"not the whole organ,

just the top part."

"What are you, a dickhead?

What are you, a dickhead?"

Good to be here, man.

Good to be in London.

I flew from South Africa.

I flew from South Africa

and I landed here.

I had to quarantine for 11 days.

Yeah, at a hotel at the airport,

cos I'm from a red
-listed country.

They saythey say red
-listed,

but you know what they mean.

I looked at that list.

That's a black list. That's

That's a black list.

I saw a list. I was like, "That's,

those are black people in there.

"All right."

But I hadn't flown

for, like, two years,

so I didn't, you know, like,

international travel was different.

Like, when I stepped into

the aeroplane,

when I stepped into the aeroplane,

everything was strange.

Everything was strange.

I walked into the aeroplane,

there was a person who grabbed

my ticket with enthusiasm

and gave me the most

useless directions.

"34B, that way."

I'm like, "Yeah, that's the only

f*cking way I was going to go."

That's the pilot,

that's the rest of us.

You know what I mean?

These are the easiest directions

in my whole journey,

from the door to my seat.

"I don't need your help.

"Where were you when I was

entering terminal five?

"That's when I needed you.

I don't need you any more."

I always act like I'm lost.

I get back, I go,

"Hi, did you say left at

the roundabout?"

It's crazy, man. I always sit on

the emergency seat.

I love the emergency seat,

cos I'm six foot five.

I love the emergency seat.

It's like business class

for poor people.

You get legroom and responsibility.

As soon as you sit down,

someone pops out of nowhere.

"Sir, in case of emergency,

"are you willing

"and able to help the rest of

the passengers evacuate the plane?"

I always take this time

to look around the plane.

"Hm."

I go, "No, f*ck 'em."

Of course I'm going to help.

I'm the first person out.

This is how this whole thing works.

I'll be outside first.

Why would I decline such an offer?

It's a great offer.

I'll be giving

instructions from the water.

"Take a left, take a left.

"The sharks are over there.

"Leave the kids behind."

I find it bizarre that we cannot

hear the pilot.

Don't you think it's crazy that?

Do you understand the technology

for us to hear the pilot

I am actually utilising

it right now?

This is the technology for us

to hear the pilot.

I don't know why we cannot hear

There's no other context where

it's acceptable

for us not to hear a person.

Why are you muffling?

If you're looking for

an au pair for your kids

and a person came over

to your house and you say,

"Hey, man, what's your experience

with kids?",

and then they looked at

you and went.

SPEAKS INCOHERENTLY IN MUFFLED TONE

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

You'd be like, "You need to

get out of my house, sir."

Weird things happen in aeroplanes.

Weird things, like crazy things,

bizarre things.

Like, how bizarre would it be right

now if someone walked in here

and started selling us watches

and perfume?

Wouldn't that be

the most bizarre thing?

But it happens all

the time in aeroplanes.

No
-one's ever gone,

"Huh, this is crazy."

You just do that

English polite thing,

"Oh, I've already got one, yeah.

"I'm not looking at the moment,

yeah."

Not every airline should

be selling watches though.

Like Ryanair.

No business selling watches.

You need the watch, Ryanair,

your flight's seven hours late.

Also, why am I buying a £400 watch

on an £11 flight?

This makes no sense.

Yeah, being in London is cool.

I like being in London.

One of my favourite

things being in London,

there's so much to do.

I tried to buy a ticket online

to watch Wimbledon.

Yeah, man. The Wimbledon Final.

I got excited.

Went online. It was £3,000.

I was like, "What? £3,000."

OK, I'm not saying I

wouldn't pay £3,000, right?

I'm not saying I wouldn't

pay £3,000 for

a Champions League Final's ticket,

but I'm not paying £3,000 for

a sport where someone is going

to tell me, "Quiet, please".

Are you out of your mind?

For £3,000 there will be

no quiet, please.

For £3,000 I'm rubbing my n*pples,

Centre Court.

Are you out of your mind? Three

My brother, 3,000? 3,000?

Oh. It's a lot of money.

"3,000. My brother. £3,000?

For £3,000 I should be able

to whisper some advice in

Roger Federer's ear.

3,000. 3,000.

I should able to walk onto

the court,

"Er, sorry, Roger, come on. Forearm,

let's work on that. Come on."

Three. My brother. 3,000.

For three For 3,000,

I should be able to punch

a ball boy in the face.

For three, three 3,000

..he'd be walking across, picking up

the ball, uppercut him in the nose.

He'd be so confused.

"What was that for?"

I'm like,

"No, it's part of the package."

"If you look carefully,

I can kick you in the ba*ls."

I live here, but I just,

I'm trying so hard to get into

the culture of Britain, man,

just like the culture of you guys.

Crazy. Cos you guys have

a bank holiday where you

lose your mind.

All of you. Mind gone.

Everybody's mind gone.

I go, "What the hell's going on?"

"Oh, it's a holiday, mate.

Yeah, yeah."

And I'm like,

"Yeah, what is it for?"

"Oh, it's a holiday.

It's a holiday."

And all of you are pissed, like,

pissed, for like four da

You're just hammered. And I'm not

used to holidays like that.

I tell you what I mean.

I'm from South Africa.

In South Africa, bro, we have,

when we take a day off

there's something.

You understand?

2727 April was the first

democratic election that we had,

so we celebrate.

We call it Freedom Day.

On that day, everything on TV,

we talk about this is

the journey of the country.

Right? June 16, you know, we have,

we have a youth day where

the youth of South Africa

in 1976 refused

to be taught in Afrikaans by

the Apartheid government,

and they fought, and the government

came and shot at them.

We have these moments.

So when I'm, like,

asking my British friends,

"Bro, what is bank holiday?"

"Mate, it's just a day, yeah?

"We take a day off work

"and we get f*cked up."

I'm like,

"Yeah, but what is it for?"

"Mate, it's just to get f*cked up."

So it's a bit crazy.

I'm very thankful that you guys are

laughing at anything I'm presenting

to you guys onstage at the moment.

I'm extremely thankful,

cos I'm on a Tier One visa,

you know,

a person with extraordinary

talent in comedy.

CROWD CHEERS

So if you weren't laughing

and there was someone from

the Home Office here,

they could be like,

"No, that guy was lying on

his application,"

and I could get deported,

so I'm appreciative, thank you.

I'm a Londoner now, man.

I think of myself as, yeah,

I'm a Londoner.

I live in Hackney. Oh, my God.

SECTION OF CROWD CHEERS

Hackney people. Oh, my God.

Oh, HackOK, for those who don't

know what Hackney is,

it's, Oh, my God.

It's a place where people

roll their own cigarettes.

You know? I'm like, "Why?

It's already rolled up in a pack."

They roll their own cigarettes.

Everyone collects vinyl.

They collect vinyl.

I have a friend, he collects vinyl,

grows a beard,

like, full
-on hipster vibes.

You know those guys?

Full
-on. So I asked him one day,

"Hey, man, why do you why do

you collect vinyl?

"Why don't you just use iTunes

or whatever?

"Apple, whatever. Why don't you use

Apple Music, Spotify?"

He's like, "Loyiso,

I just love the crackling sound."

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Woo!

I was like,

"Well, buy some crisps, you twat."

Yeah, Hackney is amazing, man.

My rent is crazy.

My rent is crazy. My rent is mad.

And I was trying to figure out,

why is the rent crazy?

It's the brunch. Oh, my God.

The brunch in my

neighbourhood is amazing.

What?

The brunch in my neighbourhood?

You could be sitting there, sir,

having some eggs Benedict, right?

Eggs Benedict with some

Japanese sauces.

You taste the stuff,

your palates are exploding,

all this flavour.

Ooh. You're sitting outside,

watching everybody walk by,

and in the same breath,

a crackhead could come up to you

and offer to suck your

d*ck for a pound.

And that is the multiculturalism

of London that I really appreciate.

This is amazing.

Are you guys ready for some show?

AUDIENCE SCREAMS IN ASSEN

The first act coming on stage,

ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome to the Apollo

Scott Bennett.

Good evening, Hammersmith Apollo.

Are we good?

AUDIENCE: Woo!

So nice to be here.

Now, let me just start

by saying well done

to any parents who've made it here

tonight. Have we got parents?

Cos here's what I've realised.

If you've not got children,

you're just here.

It's easy.

But if you're a parent,

this is everything.

This will have been in

the diary for months.

There'll be parents in here tonight,

don't even care about the show.

They're just enjoying sitting

in the dark for a bit, right?

That is like a spa day

for some of them.

I can see 'em now at

the back just going,

"This is so good.

Don't make me go back, John,

"don't make me go back."

I get it, OK?

I've got two young children,

and my youngest one, Sofia, she's

five now. I mean, I say she's five.

She's three when we go swimming.

I'm not an idiot.

Four on a bus, three on a train.

That's the system, isn't it?

I'll be honest, she hasn't got a

clue how old she is now,

that one. She's so confused.

Every birthday is a

genuine surprise for all of us.

She's this kid wandering around,

"How old am I today then, Daddy?"

"Depends what we're doing, darling,

doesn't it?

"Have you checked the spreadsheet?"

"You said Alton Towers."

"Right, well, get in that babygro.

Look small, all right?

"Not paying 48 quid for you

to go on some teacups,

"are we, mate? Come on.

What does Daddy say?

"Get on board with the fraud.

There's a good girl.

"Now stop talking, we're trying to

breast feed you."

Listen, you go through that

turnstile with

a five
-year
-old hanging off your

tit, they ask no questions.

"I've got one, why does

she have to bite me?"

So, she's a great kid.

There's just a lot of admin when

your kids are that little.

Have we got primary school teachers

amongst us this evening?

SECTION OF CROWD WHOOPS

Great. I'm glad you're here,

cos I can direct all

this venom at you.

Cos here's my problem.

My daughter brings home stuff she's

made every day under people like

you, and I just

want to say on behalf of all

the parents here tonight,

just stop it.

We can't deal with it any more.

You don't see it at your end.

You just keep sending it.

Your carbon footprint is massive.

It is. You might as well have

driven an oil tanker into

a family of puffins, you people.

We'll never solve the climate

problem with you involved,

cos it just keeps coming,

doesn't it?

And it's not arts

and crafts any more.

It's emotional landfill,

that's what it is.

cos Gemma will say,

"Oh, she's put her name on it,

"oh, we have to keep it."

"We don't. We don't. She's not

Banksy. Get it in the bin, mate."

Do you know what I mean?

"It's another picture of

a sheep out of dried pasta, innit?

"We've had four this week."

I tell you, no wonder there's

a school meals crisis.

Stop sticking it on paper

and cook it, you morons.

It would feed these kids for years.

I mentioned Gemma, my wife.

We've been together now

two mattresses.

15 silent night years now.

We have them nights in, you know,

where you snuggle up on the sofa,

each of you on your own phones,

just browsing through

Facebook to find

the people you should have married.

That's what you do, isn't it?

That's what everyone does.

I met Gemma in the era before

the d*ck pic,

which is an interesting,

yeah, it's an interesting thing,

because the younger generation,

that's part of it now.

I can't send Gemma a d*ck pic now,

after 15 years of marriage.

She's seen that miserable organ

from every single angle.

There's no mystery.

I might as well send her

a picture of the slow cooker.

The only way a d*ck pic would be

interesting in our relationship

is if she sent me one.

That's where we are now.

That's where we are.

But relationships evolve.

That's what's amazing.

That's what I love about it.

Our relationship changed when we

were trying for a baby.

It's one of the least romantic

periods in your life, that, innit?

I knew when Gemma was ovulating,

cos she'd start to like me again.

Started to make me cups of tea,

ask how I was.

I'd think, "Yeah, I'm going to

get used again in a minute.

"Here we go."

You don't have a choice, either,

mate, you've just got to get on board.

She's like, "Get up them stairs."

"I don't want to, I'm scared."

"Get up there. You're mine, you.

Bring a cereal bar for energy."

I went through a multipack of

Trackers. She was an animal.

I used to leave them on the bedhead.

And it's so scheduled as well,

isn't it?

So scheduled.

You see the invite pop up in

the Google calendar.

You click "attend".

You know you have to,

otherwise someone else will get in.

That's how

And I don't care how much

you love each other,

how strong that relationship is,

after a certain amount of time,

that sex act is just weird.

It's just silent, eerie, angry,

innit?

It's just two people, two miserable

people, just working on a project

..banging away, night after night.

Mentally, you drift off. You're not

even in the room, are you?

You're not. You're just thinking all

sorts of things.

I remember thinking,

"Going to have a bowl

of cereal after this.

"Get this out the way.

I'm having some Coco Pops.

"Might even have Ricicles.

I'm going to put 'em together.

"Rici
-pops. That's."

I sped up. I was excited.

She still thinks it was her.

It was the cereal.

Sometimes we'd have a full chat,

a full conversation.

We'd be like, "Er, so what happened

to that quiche in the fridge

"..behind the yoghurts,

the broccoli one?

"You've what? You've what?

You've thrown it out?

"Wednesday?

I didn't have any of that.

"Yeah, I am annoyed,

as it goes, yeah.

"So it's gone, then? It's gone.

"Full quiche gone in the bin.

"Unbelievable, that."

AUDIENCE LAUGHS

AUDIENCE CHEERS APPLAUDS

"No, I'm all right, I'm all right.

"When we're finished here, we're

going to have a row about that."

Apollo,

you've been absolutely incredible.

Thank you so much for listening.

Goodnight.

One more time for Scott Bennett,

everybody.

Are you guys ready for your

final act of the evening?

CROWD CHEERS

Please put your hands together

for the very funny Helen Bauer.

Hi. Oh, my goodness.

Hi, everyone. How you doing?

All right?

Yeah. I feel like I've had one

of those really weird

walk
-ons, babe.

Did you feel that?

Like I was walking through,

and all the girls were whooping

and cheering,

and then this dude is just sitting

there looking at me like,

"No. This? What?

"She's way too f*ck

to be funny."

Right?

Bang on.

I've got good t*ts

and a personality.

I crushed it young, so sue me.

Like, I'm a big drinker.

I love drinking.

Like, I know I'm a good drinker,

cos I can currently

drink three bottles

of rose wine in one sitting.

Thank you.

CROWD CHEERS

Right?

Feel like most

of you are impressed by it

and you're just there in

the front row refusing to clap.

Like, "She can't do it,

she's too thin." Correct.

Yes, I'm a lucky woman.

I've got a fast metabolism

and sometimes I forget to eat.

No. See,

now I've done that thing where

I say I'm thin

and I feel the need to

point out to everyone,

like the guys at the back,

like, "Does she know?

"Should we tell her?"

I know I'm overweight.

Like, obviously I know that.

I've got a mum.

Do we have wine drinkers in?

LARGE SECTION OF CROWD WHOOPS

Yeah, so you'll know. Wine drinking,

that's a challenge, right?

Three bottles. We can do it,

it's just not us being the change we

want to see in the world.

It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Got to ease yourself in.

You know that amazing part

of wine drinking,

that one bottle of dignity.

You've got that one bottle in you

and you're just

wandering round the bar,

you know, like bumping into things.

Like a bit of sick in your hair

but holding it together.

Get that second bottle down you.

That's the fun zone,

the second wine bottle.

You've got the tit hanging out,

but the good one,

cos we're smart.

Start going up to random guys, like,

"Oh, my dad's never hugged me.

"La
-la
-la
-la
-la
-la
-la!

"Let's talk about my childhood."

It feels amazing.

And that's when most wine

drinkers quit.

They give up. Not me.

Ha
-ha. I push myself.

I have the third bottle.

Thing is, when I drink three

bottles of wine
- h*
-h*
-h*
-h*
-

I'm going to cry.

Like, when I'm crying

after some wine,

it's the best cry ever.

Thing is, when you're crying

like this on a night out,

sitting down on a dance floor while

Mr Brightside plays,

your night is over.

You can't fight it.

It's home time.

Thing is, for women, we're not

allowed to just leave nights out any more.

We can't just go when we

want to go.

You first have to do a dance

with your friends.

It's the rule.

It takes about five minutes,

and all your friends have

to dance around you, going,

"Text me when you get home safe,

let me know that you get home safe,

"I'm going to track your journey,

text me, text me, text me, text me,"

which is cute. Also it's safe.

Of course we're going to text our

friends when we get home safe.

It's just that me personally,

I like to wait an hour

..to see who really cares.

I genuinely believe my friends

are more likely to start

a podcast called

What Happened to Helen Bauer?

than they are to call the police,

and that is a concern for me.

Thing is, it takes me a while

to get home, and genuinely,

I am not recommending this,

particularly for any young

women in the audience,

to walk home drunk by yourselves,

but I am standing here saying

Oh, my God, isn't it so much fun

walking home drunk by yourself?

It's the best.

You know when it's raining outside?

Wind in the trees just

rustling the leaves.

You get your headphones in,

power ballad on,

fully volume.

Mine's Celine Dion,

It's All Coming Back to Me Now',

cos that song is flawless.

Keys between your fingers.

You've got a weapon. You're smart.

And even though you're

just lip
-syncing,

in your head you're like,

"I am such a good singer.

"Oh, I'm going to record this

when I get home.

"I'm a star,"

thinking everyone's

looking at you from their houses

and flats, like,

"Oh, my God, where's she going?

"What's her story?

Is she in a music video?"

Yes, it feels amazing?

"Do you think she's going home?"

Uh
-uh? I'm drunk, I'm

emotional, I'm going to eat.

Do you want to really quickly check?

Has everyone in here had

the privilege of eating a kebab

whilst completely shitfaced?

AUDIENCE WHOOPS

Right? It's Biblical, isn't it?

The way the food melts in your

mouth like the inside of

a Lindt chocolate ball.

Like, what is that?

Also, I know it's a comedy show,

I don't want to get too scientific,

but when you eat when you're drunk,

the calories don't count.

Right? It's like eating on a train.

It's not technically a meal.

Smart, smart, smart.

Thing is, I've got

this adorable thing I do.

It's so cute. You're going to die.

When I'm drunk and emotional,

I can now eat two kebabs in

the space of time it takes

the average human to

eat half a kebab.

"What? You're so thin."

I know. Uh
-uh
-uh
-uh!

Thing is, I found out in a

horrible way the other week.

I went into a kebab shop

by myself, late at night,

bit of sick in my hair,

tit hanging out,

but like, fine, and I was like,

"Oh, two kebabs, please."

They were like, "Two kebabs?

"Where's your friend?" What?

I want food, not shame.

Luckily I've got smart about it.

Tell you what I do. Very simple.

What you want to do is go

to one kebab shop

and order one kebab,

and then eat it,

on the way to the second kebab shop,

like a legend.

It's late at night.

There's people in

the second kebab shop.

You don't want to get caught out.

That would be embarrassing.

Wipe yourself down for crumbs.

I like to use my GCSE drama

to take on

the role of woman who

has never heard of

a kebab before in her life.

Like, just wander in, like

.."Oh, my God. What is this place?

"I'm sorry, I usually have salad.

I'm so thin.

"I don't know. Look at my wrist.

"Do they Is it table service?

"Ah!

"Who is

"donner?"

That is how you drunk eat.

You guys have been so lovely.

My name's Helen Bauer.

Thank you very much.

One more time for Helen Bauer,

everybody.

Give it up for all

the acts you saw tonight.

You saw Scott Bennett,

you saw Helen Bauer.

My name is Loyiso Gola. Goodnight.