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17x05 - Geoff Norcott, Michelle de Swarte, Sean McLoughlin

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.

17x05 - Geoff Norcott, Michelle de Swarte, Sean McLoughlin

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Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome your host

for tonight, Geoff Norcott!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Hello, Hammersmith Apollo!

Wow, what a lovely welcome.

It's good to be back.

Is everyone feeling good?

CHEERING

We've got two fantastic comedians

for you in this show.

By the way, if you haven't

seen me before, I am the host.

I don't look like a comedian, do I?

Let's be honest.

I look like an electrician

just wandered on stage.

If I just come out here,

I look like the guy that's here

to fix those lights if they go out,

you know what I mean?

It's good to be out here, man.

Give us a cheer,

all the dog owners in the room.

CHEERING

I hate you.

I am dog owner,

I just don't like other dog owners.

They always want to stop and talk

to you

about the fact that you've both got

dogs.

It's not that big a deal

to have in common, is it?

Look, "We've got a dog",

I don't care, mate.

I don't care.

This isn't a community, all right?

I've got a kid. When I'm out and

I see somebody else with their kid,

I don't go over and go, "Uh?"

"How long have you had him?"

"Is he a rescue?"

You can't say that.

You can't say that.

Oh, "Isn't he a lovely colour?"

You can't say any of that.

"You going to have him done?"

There's a whole list of these.

It's cool, man. It's cool.

I grew up in London. Obviously

can't afford to live here any more,

like most people, because of you

middle
-class pricks living there.

Any middle
-class people in?

Give us a cheer.

SOME CHEERING

It's cautious, innit?

They're not sure if they're allowed

to celebrate who they are.

You just feel guilty.

It's fine, man. It's fine.

Look, I know you guys are suffering

too with the cost of living.

Some of you are regretting

having that heated flooring put in,

aren't you?

Having to get your au pairs

to put in for the leccy.

Everyone's feeling

the pinch, you know.

And look, I'll be honest, man,

my life has become more

middle
-class.

I live in Cambridgeshire now.

And yeah, I have

..I've known the taste of almond

milk.

I know the taste of almond milk.

It's not nice, is it?

Vegans always overdo it,

don't they?

They go, "It's just like milk."

It's not really, is it?

It's reminiscent of milk.

It alludes to the idea of milk.

But I live out there,

and this is how they get you.

Middle
-class people,

give them some credit, right?

They know their food and drink.

That is their culture.

That's how they get you.

That's the entry drug, innit.

They just get you started

on the good stuff.

You'll be at a barbecue with some

geezer called Josh, all right?

Always something like Josh

or Gareth or whatever.

The kind of guy that'll always call

someone like me "chap" or "fella".

"All right, chap? How's it going,

fella? You all right?

"All right, Geoffers?"

Don't call me any of those three

things ever again.

"Hey, Geoff, just doing the old

barbecue here, mate.

"Here you go, mate, try that.

"It's a burger in a seeded

brioche bun."

You try it and you go, "Ridiculous."

And you bite it, and you go,

"f*ck, that is better.

"Oh, Lordy Lord!"

How do you know this stuff?

I want to know all the secrets,

Josh.

I want to be part of the community,

because they know stuff, right?

Food is like a fashion to them.

They see it coming a mile off.

Remember a while ago,

no
-one was drinking coconut water

ten years ago in this country

and then suddenly, bam, ubiquitous.

Everyone's drinking it.

And I've often wondered, the people

that farm coconuts overseas,

do they ever find out what caused

this sudden spike in their revenues?

They have fairly stable sort of UK

revenue, you know,

like funfairs and like

the odd macaroon, maybe.

But then one year

And all the other farmers in the

village

must have been going,

"Jesus, Rahul.

"How did you do it?"

He's like, "What can I say, boys?

"Turns out there were a lot

of twats in Shoreditch."

"A lot of them.

"Could happen to you boys. You hang

in there, Apricot George."

That's another thing as well,

isn't it? The nicknames.

I don't think middle
-class blokes

have very good nicknames.

You on the end there, sir,

you seem quite middle
-class.

What's your name? Adam. Adam.

You got a nickname?

Tin Man. What? Tin Man. Tin Man?

Who gave you that nickname, because

it implies you haven't got a heart.

Football team.

Football team, that's nice. See,

it's got a bit of a story about it.

That's what I like.

A lot of my mates,

their nicknames have got

serious narrative back story.

I've got a mate called

Fireplace Jack, right?

So
-called because he had sex

in a fireplace once when he was 19.

52 now.

Everyone calls him Fireplace Jack,

including his kids.

I've got a mate called Gary,

so
-called because he looks like

another of our mates called Gary

..who's been downgraded

to being called Original Gary.

Got a mate called Dead Steve.

Now, Steve got his nickname, right,

he went to Thailand back

in the early '90s and back then,

working
-class people,

we didn't know anybody that went

that far for that long.

We didn't have emails or texts

or mobile phones.

As the weeks rolled past,

speculation began to grow

..as to the fate of Steve.

After four and a half weeks,

we could only conclude that Steve

was, in fact, dead.

Went round South London

like wildfire.

When he came back, ruined the joke.

Absolutely ruined the joke.

But he's dead now, so happy days.

DISAPPROVING LAUGHTER

All right, interesting reaction.

OK, let's do something a bit safer,

then.

Let's do some stereotypes about

women.

Let's do that.

Yeah, that feels like

safe territory.

And I know we're living in an age

where people are going,

"Geoff, it's nonbinary,

genderfluid, don't stereotype.

"You can't stereotype."

You can a bit.

A little bit?

I mean, look. For example,

I've never seen two men swimming

side by side

just so they could continue

chatting, all right?

Is that fair?

I don't care

I don't care down at your

little hipster swimming pool,

whether you've seen 19
-year
-old

Ethan and Caleb

swimming side by side with their

man buns in Speedo hats

just so they could continue

their chat about vape flavours.

I don't know where you live,

but where I live that hasn't

really happened yet, you know?

And I don't think, like,

stereotypes,

I don't think they're always coming

from a place of hate. Like, my wife,

you see, there's things that

you observe about female behaviour.

I love the difference.

I've been married 18 years

and I'm still noticing new stuff.

Like, I realised only this year

that my wife, right,

she has a very different

relationship with breakfast

than I do in that she doesn't

necessarily want to eat first thing.

Right? It's very delicate process,

you know.

I try and give her food

and she'll be like

I'm like, "Babe, it's toast.

"I'm not waving a d*ck in your face,

all right?"

I mean, I say waving.

More moving, if we're honest.

It's a very well
-ventilated room.

DELAYED LAUGHTER

The men understand.

Well, you know, me, I think

like a lot of blokes, you know?

I can eat first thing. I'd go

as far as to say,

if you waft a bacon roll

under my still
-sleeping face,

I'll instinctively

latch on like a nursing infant,

like, just seeking out the teat,

right?

But her
- it's delicate, man.

I have to come in, I'm like, "Babe,

I just want to see, are you ready?

"Do you think you're ready

to try a pastry, do you think?"

I have to treat her

like she's coming round from major

surgery, genuinely.

Like, "Just tea, babe?

Do you want tea?

"I'll put it in a pipette

"and feed it to you like you're an

injured sparrow. How about that?"

It's all delicate in the morning,

right?

But then something miraculous

happens.

Three short hours later, at brunch,

she's ready for a Prosecco.

What a journey she's been on.

She's on the smash!

Three hours ago, you couldn't even

look at a Weetabix.

Now look at you.

And I'll tell you why,

because women's relationship

with alcohol has changed, right?

Give me a cheer,

all the women drinking.

WOMEN CHEER

There's that noise,

like it just became legal.

"Yeah, we do all sorts of stuff.

now, Geoff."

There's a lot of bravado, because

it used to be blokes, didn't it?

The lads, lads, lads' thing. But now

women, you see on social media,

if a girl goes on social media,

you know, on Facebook and says,

Claire says, "One o'clock,

or wine o'clock, methinks."

You know that girl, right?

Everyone knows Claire.

But all of Claire's mates weigh in,

bigging her up, like,

"Yes, Claire, you drink that wine,

you drink it. You deserve it.

"You deserve the wine, Claire,

you're an amazing woman."

And that is what feminism is now.

It's you out of your nut

on a Tuesday afternoon

watching Loose Women, surrounded by

discarded cans of Bacardi Breezer.

They big each other up.

I'm just saying it's changed.

I've got a mate called Mandy who

goes even further.

She'll do ones on Instagram of her

sitting in the bath

with a little tumbler of G&T.

Little caption
-

"Teatime, or G&T time."

And this time, it's emojis.

Champagne cork, party popper.

Flamenco lady. Right?

This guy at the front doesn't even

know what that emoji is.

It's a very important emoji

in the female community, OK,

you need to get on board.

But they're all celebrating it

and I'm thinking, "She's drinking

in the bath. That's sad.

"It's sad."

I don't think things are all right

there, you know what I mean?

I think she might be hitting

rock bottom

and you're all egging her on.

"What's in the bath, babe?

"Is it water, cos it should be Cava,

you lightweight."

I think you need to check in

on your friend.

Because it's changed a lot, hasn't

it?

You know, with the focus

on men's mental health, right?

If one of my mates went on Facebook

and went,

"Dave is drinking whisky

in the shower",

I'm round there straight away.

"All right, Dave? I was just in the

area, thought I'd pop in. Yeah.

"Everything all right? Good.

"Is she still letting you see him

at weekends?

That's positive, innit?

Very positive, that.

"Good, good. Why are you wearing

a Spider
-Man outfit, Dave? Why"

It's changing times, man.

When you talk about sex and gender,

things are changing very fast,

very fast.

There's new words, you know.

I don't mind things progressing,

but I feel like sometimes

if you're not on social media, a lot

of people,

they just won't know

what these things are.

Like cisgender.

You heard this word, cisgender?

It's very hard to explain it

to the older people

in your family, though, isn't it?

It's a tough one where your uncle

goes,

"What's all this cisgender

bollocks, then?"

"Well, considering you're in such

an open
-minded mood, I'll explain.

"It's very straightforward,

very simple.

"Basically, it's a bloke that's born

a bloke, lives his life as a bloke

"and essentially stays a bloke."

He's like, "So a bloke, then."

You're like, "Yeah, I guess."

You know, I just think you've got to

give people time,

whatever the social change is.

Some things

are going to take time, right?

You know, like ideas of what

biological sex means.

Some things that are being said,

they're so contrary to what people

fought for their whole lives,

right, it can seem like some weird

parlour game

where someone's saying stuff

like, "Men can get pregnant."

You're like, "Whoa. What?!

"Good one.

"I'll do one. OK, all right, let me

think. Let me think.

"Women are more than happy

"to reverse all the way back

up a road if they see

"If they see a bottleneck

situation developing.

"Is that what game we're playing

here?

"Do another one, this is fun."

"Women can have penises."

You're like, "Oh, very good!

"All right, men are very good

"at noticing things left on

the bottom step of the stairs.

"How about that?"

They see it and go, "Oh,

that's probably for the bathroom.

"I'll take that en route."

I think it's OK to have questions

and doubts

about things as they progress,

right?

You know, I don't want to be

a dinosaur.

Turns out one area where I am

super
-woke, by the way,

old Uncle Geoff

..yeah, is women transitioning to be

men.

I'm like, more the merrier.

You transition to be a man,

I'm like, "Join the club.

"Get yourself over here, yeah?

No, I admire you, mate.

"You put more effort into having a

c*ck than I ever did,

"fair f*ck to you."

I was just born with one.

You've put in the hours.

Get yourself a whisky.

No, it doesn't taste nice.

No men thinks it tastes nice.

It's like poker, it's one of these

things that we pretend to enjoy.

I'll help you. I'll be your ally,

right?

I'll be your ally through this.

I'll guide you through the

mysterious world of masculinity,

you know? Little word to the wise
-

statistically, you won't live

as long,

but you will have more of a laugh.

You will.

You will. A lot of women

wonder that.

Do men just have more of a laugh?

Yeah, we do.

It's on account of our incredible

ability to just switch off,

we just switch off. Sometimes I get

two miles away from my house,

I've forgot I got a family.

It's incredible.

But there's a flip side to that,

you know?

A big flip side to that is that I

think women have more connected,

intuitive relationships

with their female friends, right?

They know stuff about each other,

whereas as a bloke, you could be

friends with a geezer 26 years,

and find yourself saying something

like, "You've got a sister?"

"Did I?"

"Sorry."

You know? Let's talk about men

for a bit, you know?

You know, I think there's

a lot of blokes, right

You know the worst kind of bloke

is the guy that claims to be a

feminist in his diversity workshops

and on social media,

but then you speak to his missus,

he's nothing of the sort, you know?

Hasn't been near a floor wipe in 15

years.

And there's this issue, you know,

women are working more hours,

men aren't doing a bigger

percentage of the housework.

All the men now
- "Geoff, you've

turned on us." Yeah, I have a bit.

And I'm part of the problem.

That's the thing.

I am part of the problem.

I don't do enough housework, right?

And I'm going to try to be as honest

with you and risk being unpopular,

but I'm just going to try

and tell you how my mind works.

I don't do enough housework

and on the odd occasion that I do,

in my mind, if I'm really honest,

I sort of see it as a favour.

All right?

ONE PERSON CLAPS

Brave man, clapping.

What fool are you?

"I'm just clapping the honesty,

babe. He's out of order."

I do! I'm not saying it's right,

but in my mind,

I sort of see

it as quasi
-heroic.

Like, I'll just be sitting there

watching six hours of Mandalorian

and then

A little thought will come into my

head like,

"You could do some Hoovering."

I'm like, "What? What was that?"

"What just spoke to me?

"Was that my inner beauty?"

I think I'm actually taken

with myself, like,

"What a top bloke you are for even

having that thought, Geoff.

"You didn't have to think that, you

just thought it out of yourself."

What an arsehole.

And then I Hoover, right,

but even as I'm Hoovering,

I'm looking forward

to telling my wife the good news.

I want to share the good news.

"Oh, she's going to be made
-up.

"Lucky girl. Lucky girl.

"She'll be back soon.

She'll be back soon."

When she gets back, I more or less

crowd her out at the door.

I'm like, "Hey
-hey! Get in the

door, of course, get in the door.

"Of course. Babe, I just

"I Hoovered the lounge, so

Yeah."

And she said something,

and I think it's fair
-

she says something quite frequently

in situations like that.

She says, "What, do you want

a medal?"

WOMEN LAUGH AND CHEER

And I'm like, "No!"

But I do. I do want medals.

I think that that is

Let's just be pragmatic.

Men want medals.

That's my advice.

Get a box.

Go on eBay.

Get a box of, like, a thousand

tiny plastic medals.

That's my advice.

Keep them handy

and when he does something right,

like empties a dishwasher,

two medals for him.

Yeah? Or if he sends birthday cards

to one of HIS relatives

Oh, my God.

He graduated!

I feel like I've started

a fight in the front row here.

Why don't men do that?

It's this weird thing that happens

after a marriage, is you sort of go,

"OK, babe, a new division

of labour here.

"Er, I will be doing the bins.

"You will be doing social calendar,

birthdays, anniversaries,

"remembering the names of the new

babies, all that stuff, for ever,

"but I'll do the bins."

But here's the weird thing.

Here's the weird You have

to remind me about the bins.

I know, it's messed up.

The patriarchy!

Ladies and gentlemen of

the Hammersmith Apollo,

are you ready for your first act?

AUDIENCE: Yeah!

Yes, such a funny

and talented lady.

Please welcome to the stage

Michelle de Swarte!

MUSIC: A London Thing,

by Scott Garcia

CHEERING INTENSIFIES

Hey
-hey!

Hello, Hammersmith Apollo!

CHEERING

All right? This is nice, innit?!

Yes!

Is anyone here in their 40s?

WHOOPING

Is it? You lot in your 40s?

Have you guys started walking

like this yet?

It happens like clockwork,

you know. It's mad.

Like, I'll be walking

around the Co
-op

like I'm in an art gallery, just

"Reduced? By how much?"

"Not enough!"

That, and I've got

a b*ner for linen.

Ooh!

Innit?

I literally go out shopping

for fabric and I'm like,

"Hmm, give me a fabric that

will crease really easily, yes!

"I want to iron it

for at least an hour. Mm!

"That's for me!"

That and candles. Whoo!

Now, listen, I used to party.

Hard.

And I found that burning your money

via candles is a great replacement.

When I say I like candles, yeah,

I'm going Diptyque, baby.

Thank you.

I'm going Jo Malone.

Fig for me.

Which also, like,

I'm from a council estate.

What does fig really smell like?

Does anyone?

I'm just going on what Jo Malone

told me, you know what I mean?

These candles are expensive.

I reckon for a fiver I could

probably buy 50 figs,

chuck it in the oven and just waft

it around the house a few times.

The dream is, yeah,

I want enough money that I can

light a Jo Malone candle

when it's just me in the house.

Come with me, people.

Can you imagine coming home

to your yard,

it's just you in and you're like,

"You know what?

"Fig for me."

As it is, if you go to my house,

and I've a candle on the go,

no lie, after about 20 minutes,

I'll start thinking.

"That's about £17 worth

of scent there.

"What kind of friend

is he anyway?

"He's had enough!"

I realise there's nothing

more insulting than someone

lighting your scented candles

when you're not

there to enjoy the scent.

Innit?

I had my brother house
-sitting

for me, right?

I was away for a couple of weeks.

I walked back into the house.

Soon as I opened up the door,

I was like

SHE SNIFFS

I walked into the front room.

This guy is reclining on my sofa

..lighting his spliff

..with my Jo Malone candle!

The ash was falling into the wax,

so I was like, "You all right?!"

"Yeah, we good?!" Now we know, as

British people,

when our voices go higher like that,

we mean the opposite, right?

The higher our voices go,

the less we're about it.

You know what I mean?

If someone's like,

"Are you coming to our party,"

you're like

SQUEAKILY: "Yeaaaah!"

What that means is, "I'm not

coming to your party, mate."

So, I was like

HIGH
-PITCHED: "You all right?

"What you doing?"

He's like, "This is just a bit of

mood lighting, innit?" I was like

Ikea tea light is mood lighting.

That's not even

It was a three
-wick candle.

Only one wick was lit.

AUDIENCE: Ohhh!

Thank you!

I think what I miss most

about being, like, young is

I miss being fit as f*ck.

Do you know what I

No, no, not, this is Botox, baby,

do you know what I mean?

I've had so much Botox

that if I tried to frown right now,

I'd probably fart.

I'm all right now, "For my age,"

but it's not the same!

Oh, when I was in my 20s, ooooh!

I was nice!

I wasn't even nice,

I was "Noiice!"

Me in my 20s, you think I'd

be up here, dancing like a monkey,

trying to make you lot laugh? No!

I wouldn't even line up

for a nightclub.

I'd just walk past

all the ugly people.

Get to the front,

they goes, "Your name down?"

I go, "Have a look, babes,

know what I mean?"

Then, around 35, I was like,

"Oh, sh*t, I'm going to have to

start working on my personality."

And here we are.

I thinkI think why,

why I miss it as well,

because when I was younger,

I was a model, right?

And obviously not any more.

That ship has sailed.

Don't do drugs, people.

Seriously, to this day,

sometimes I lie in bed and

one nostril whistles, just

And I think, "You

could've been a house!"

WHISTLES DESCENDING NOTE

People ask me like, "Oh, what did

you do with all your model money?"

I'm like, "I sniffed it!

All right?!"

WHOOPING, CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

So when I was a model, I was

taken to Jeffrey Epstein's house.

AUDIENCE: Ohhhh!

Oh, yeah. It's tea
-time, guys.

Now, this was many moons ago, right?

This is over 20 years ago,

back in the day when the internet

was powered by a little elf

on a treadmill, right?

I'm living in New York

and I lived there for about 16

years,

because I'm better

than you lot, right?

So, I'm living in New York

in a model apartment

and, with a bunch of other models,

the Twin Towers just

got attacked, right?

And as I said,

this was many moons ago

so this is like before the body

positivity movement, right?

Back then,

they wanted you to be so skinny

you were just a voice

floating around.

And so me and these models thinking

like,

"Oh, my God, maybe

we're going to die."

We're stuffing our faces

with food, right?

Now
- we were stranded.

No flights could leave New York.

If you've been following this

Jeffrey Epsteen/Epstein
-

who gives a sh*t,

he's dead
- right?

But if you've been following

this story, you will know that

about six or seven months ago,

another man connected to the case

also k*lled himself

in prison, right?

That guy was called Jean
-Luc.

He was the owner of my model agency.

Receipts!

So, someone from the agency comes

to the model apartment and says,

"Listen, we've got a friend of

the agency who's got a private jet

"and he might be able to fly

you girls out of New York."

And we were like, "Yes,

it's amazing being gorgeous!"

And he was like, "But first, he

wants to meet ya."

And we were like, "Ah, sh*t."

Because you know as well as I do,

guys, right, when someone's posing

as a Good Samaritan,

but with conditions,

that sh*t is dangerous, OK?

That's how religions get started.

So, they ferry six of us

models from Lower Manhattan

to Upper Manhattan, to Jeffrey's.

Now, I didn't know it

was Jeffrey at the time,

but a chin

like that you never forget, right?

We walk in to the apartment.

As soon as we walked in,

I knew something was off

and I knew something was off

because the artwork was noncey.

You know what I mean? It was all

like paintings of ballerinas

and little girls,

there was a bust of a baby,

someone holding a severed head.

It didn't feel right!

You know, ladies, you when

something don't feel right?

You know what it was like, yeah?

You know, when you go out clubbing

with your friends, right?

You're young, you're feeling

free, you're in a nightclub.

It gets to about 2am

and the lights come on in the club

and, you think, "No
-o!

What are we going to do now?!"

And at that moment, a German

businessman appears from dry ice.

And he goes,

"Why don't you come back to mine?"

And because you're smashed,

you look at your mate

and you go, "Yes! Why don't we?!"

And then you go back to his house,

you walk in and you think,

"Ah, f*ck!"

"No." That's what Jeffrey's

felt like, right?

So we walk in to the front room,

there he is, Jeffers, sitting on the

sofa, rubbing his thighs, the creep,

I know.

So

He was like, "Take a seat." And I

was like, "Nah, you're all right."

And I kind of posted up the way

you do, like, in West Croydon

when you've missed the night bus,

and you want to look confident,

but you're feeling didgy, I was

like, No, I'm good, I'm good, man."

"I'm good! I'm fine."

Now, he didn't take that much notice

of me, actually.

What he did is he pulled

one of the younger,

Eastern European

girls onto his lap, right?

And she's 15, so, she didn't

really know what to do,

she didn't speak much English.

And he pulled her onto his lap

and he gave her this

shoulder massage, right?

Now, cos she was young, she

didn't yet have the language

to be like,

"No, thank you. Piss off."

All right? So, she just kind of

giggled her way through it.

Now, for me, I was lucky,

I grew up in Brixton, right?

From a young age,

I knew to use my deep voice.

I'd be walking down Acre Lane.

At 12 years old,

I was this height, right?

So I'd be walking down Acre Lane

and a guy would come up to me

and be like, "Are you all right?"

And I'd be like

DROPS AN OCTAVE:

"Are YOU all right, bruv?"

And he'd be like, "You know what?

I'm good, actually. See ya later!"

I'd be like, "Mind how you go! My

yoot, yeah? Mind how you go!"

She didn't have that language yet.

So she giggled her way through it.

Right, we stayed for about

20 minutes and then we left.

Now, when we left, my friend,

Croatian girl,

I'm still friends

with her to this day
-

at the time she didn't speak

much English, but we bonded

through weed and blackjack. Right?

So, we have a certain kind

of communication.

She was like, "Are you?"

I was like, "Nah, you know what?

"I think I'm going to just try my

chances here with Al
-Qaeda,

"do you know what I mean?"

Now

..I kind of forgot about it, right?

And then three years ago, I'm

at the Edinburgh Comedy Festival.

Now, if you haven't been

to the Edinburgh Comedy Festival,

it's basically Notting Hill Carnival

for white people, right?

He loves it!

It's one giant mufti day.

So

I'm at the festival, doing my gig,

and I open up a paper and I'm like,

"Oh, my God! There he is!"

I'll never forget that chin, right?

I'm like, "Wow!" Start reading

the story, I'm like

"This is actually mad!"

Then it made me think,

oh, my gosh, you know what?

That girl, who he pulled

onto his lap, I think she got

on the jet with him, cos

I never saw her again.

Now, I hope that she is living

her best life somewhere, right?

But it made me think like, what is

it that kept me safe that day?

At Jeffers'.

What is it that kept me safe?

Is it cos I used my deep voice?

Is it cos, quite frankly,

I was stoned and had sh*t chat?

You know them ones

where you're like,

"That's a nice Easter egg."

"Actually, that's a Faberge egg."

"Yeah, nice!"

"Is that Cadbury's, then?

"Name brand. High
-end.

Good filling. I like it."

But it made me think, like,

what is it that kept me

safe that day, right?

Is it that? Deep in my heart

I know what it was that kept me safe

and allowed me to be here today

to tell you guys this story, right?

If I'm honest, what kept

me safe that day

is racism, guys!

Yeah, racism!

Listen, as a woman of colour,

it's probably the only time

I can look back in my life

and be like, "Thank you, racism!

"Nice one!"

You guys have been

absolutely amazing.

My pleasure.

CHEERING

Thank you. Thank you.

Michelle de Swarte!

Let's hear it.

CHEERING

Brilliant stuff.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready

for your second act of the night?

WHOOPING

This guy is a phenomenal comedian.

I know you're going to love him.

Please give it up for

Sean McLoughlin!

MUSIC: Wide Awake,

by Parquet Courts

Good evening.

AUDIENCE: Whoo!

Innit a great night?

AUDIENCE: Whoo!

We're out, we're in London.

Only place to be,

as far as I'm concerned.

Only place to be is London.

Everyone attacks this city,

but genuinely, I couldn't

live anywhere else.

I couldn't live anywhere else.

Everywhere I travel in this country,

people always say to me,

"Why do you live in London?"

Do you know why?

Cos there's stuff to do.

That's why.

Yeah. Yeah.

I've got friends live in Ipswich.

It's sad.

I call them up.

"Hey, what you been up to?"

"Went rock climbing."

"When?" "A year ago."

"A year ago?!"

"I got a hand job in the London

Dungeons THIS MORNING."

Right? I'm living a life.

I'm getting on with this.

No, I'm not, I'm not going to run

away. I'm not one of those cowards,

going to go to Reading,

"for more space".

You been to Reading?

It's like Jerusalem,

if Jesus turned water into meth.

I'm not having it.

Just stay here, pay three grand a

month to live in a shoe box and be a

man!

No, I live here in London,

with my wife.

I'm Well, yeah, I'm married.

Very happily married.

It might be a surprise

to some of you.

I do give off what one therapist

called, "a very divorced energy".

But we do all right.

Got a few problems, 'course.

Like any marriage,

got a few problems.

Biggest problem we've got

is probably her name, right?

No, genuinely, my wife's

a wonderful woman.

Her name is actually

..Alexa.

People can't handle that.

Every day, "What's

your wife's name?"

"Alexa."

"Huh? Like the Amazon product?"

"No, like, the name, you twerp,

is still a name first, isn't it,

"more than a product."

Fair enough if you said,

"What is your wife's name?"

And I said, "My wife is

called Dyson Airblade."

We live together, me and her.

Our neighbours,

they don't know her name's Alexa.

They're thinking about

the product first, as well.

I don't know what sort of life they

think I'm leading,

hearing me through the walls.

Every day,

they just hear these weird

commands coming through.

"Alexa, why do you always

undermine me?!"

"Alexa,

When will my dreams come true?"

"Alexa, the condom split.

Is there anything in you?"

"Think he's shagging a robot

next door!"

No, we're all right.

We've got problems, though.

'Course we got problems.

Look, I'm not a perfect husband,

I admit that. I'm not.

Look, I did something recently.

My wife said something to me I never

wanted anyone to say to me,

but she said it and I deserved it.

She said, "You're not

sorry you did it, Sean.

"You're sorry you got caught."

She said

No, it's No, it's Listen,

I didn't cheat on her.

I wiped a yoghurt lid on the cat.

But, the point is

The point is, I should have been

more respectful.

I mean, tech has got us now,

big tech has got us by the ba*ls.

They're never going to let go.

They're never going to let go,

cos they're relentless.

Nothing's ever enough

for these companies.

You look at Google.

My God, they still advertise!

Think about that.

Google still advertise.

What is your problem, Google?

Who has slipped through the net?

Who is watching an advert

for Google today, going

"Goo"

"Jeeves, is this true?"

They're insane, how powerful this

company is.

Like, every once in a while, there's

this movement, isn't there?

"Quit Facebook. Quit Facebook."

Yeah, do that. You should.

You can't quit Google.

Where you going to go?

Lycos Dog is dead. Jeeves is

in a home. Where you going to go?

So you say,

"Ever heard of Bing?" "Whoo!"

"Ever heard of self
-respect?"

Bing?!

I'd rather be dead

than Bing anything.

No, they're powerful.

Google are beyond anything else

we've ever seen, I think,

in our species. They really are.

Like, they know us.

They know all of you.

They have profiles of every

single person in this room,

based on what we type in.

They build a personality

around what they think we are,

but they don't know me. I'll tell

you that. They don't know me

because what they don't realise

is I spend an hour every morning

feeding them false

information about myself.

It's the only way to win

in this life.

Every time I have a genuine question

I need answered,

I ask five buffer questions

I have absolutely no interest in,

just to put those sluts

off the scent!

It's not easy life.

But I do it. I do it for you.

Six in the morning, I go,

"Whereabouts in France

was Napoleon born?"

"Can you visit Napoleon's

childhood home on Corsica?"

"Vegetarian restaurants near

Napoleon's childhood home."

Then I get down to it.

"Do turtles c*m?"

Images. It's the only way

..to stick it to the man.

And they are the man.

Make no mistake, Google are the man.

Here's how I view it.

If it was a bloke,

he'd be in prison.

If it wasn't a faceless corporation,

if it was Nigel down the bar

finishing all your sentences

for you

..taking pictures

of your house in a car

What?!

How are you getting away with this,

Nige?

You don't even pay your taxes, man.

I guess the main thing

with these tech companies

is they're just so American.

They're so American.

Cos nothing's ever enough

for these companies,

and nothing is ever enough

for America.

I mean, there is an American flag

on the moon.

On the If there's one

thing in life that can't be claimed,

surely it's the moon.

But no. Moon's American.

Makes sense.

'Course the moon's American.

It's big. It's white.

It's inexplicably involved

in women's reproductive organs.

You know, it makes sense.

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

Let me hear you in Washington!

The internet has destroyed me.

Like, the internet has basically

left me

with no attention span at all.

Like, I don't know about you,

I don't even wait till the end

of a sentence any more,

before I decide whether I'm getting

good news or bad news.

I just rush to judgment immediately.

I actually don't think

I'm the only one.

I've got a joke

I think sums this up.

Now, in order to tell

you this joke

..I have to reveal

some pretty secret information.

So let's keep this in the room.

All right?

But it has recently emerged

that me and my wife

are expecting a child.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

You have to let me finish

the sentence.

You have to let me finish.

We're expecting a child

to make some pretty serious

accusations against me Um

How do you think that went?

How do you think that went?

I don't know.

It's chaos out there, innit?

We like to convince ourselves

we're logical creatures,

but we're not.

And it's chaos out there.

It's madness. They sell matches

in petrol stations.

It's chaos out there.

Like, I was listening to this

debate show recently, on the radio.

They were talking about

cannabis legalisation.

SOME CHEERS

The people in the cheap seats

are very excited.

They were talking about cannabis

legalisation

and there was a guy on there

making some pretty good points.

And he kept saying, "Look,

there's no logic to the fact

"that you can buy alcohol

in this country, legally,

"but you can't buy weed,

which is far less dangerous drug."

APPLAUSE

And some of you

Well, yeah. Look, some of you

might agree with that

and some of you might not.

But the thing is,

that argument ignores the huge

swathes of things that we can buy

that there's absolutely no logical

reason for us to be able to buy it.

But, yeah, you can't buy weed.

Maybe you should be able to.

Do you know what you can buy?

Do you know what every single person

in this room could buy

tomorrow, if we wanted to,

and there's no debate

as to whether it's right or wrong?

A horse.

You've taken that very well

as an audience.

You know what a horse is, right,

mate? You know what a horse is?

Massive furry van with

no respect for human life.

You know what a horse is?

Stand behind it, it kicks you

in the head, you're just dead.

You can just buy one.

Does anyone else find that weird

that anyone can buy a horse?

Anyone can buy a horse.

Anyone. I live in a third
-storey

flat in South London.

I can buy a horse,

ride it down the high street,

take it up the stairs,

I've broken no laws.

It's harder to buy scissors.

Maybe you don't believe me.

I get that. Maybe you don't.

Frankly, I didn't believe me.

I wrote this routine.

I was like, "Come on, Sean,

you can't just buy a horse.

"You've got to need land

or permits or something like that."

So I went on Google.

Not only can you genuinely

just buy a horse, right

I am not making this up.

Do you know how much it costs?

£40.

For a horse.

Do you know what a horse is?

When word gets out it's

£40 a horse

..society is going to change

immeasurably.

I mean, for a start,

Uber are finished.

It's over. It's done.

Oh, it's done.

You think Friday nights are rough

as it is,

you wait until every stag do

in the country

has got a steed

dressed as a Minion, all right?

In many ways, it might be the best

thing that ever happened to us.

I do think that. Think of all

the problems it could solve

if we went back to horseback.

Think of it. Biggest problem at the

moment
- cost of living crisis.

Petrol's through the roof.

How am I going to get around?

I can't afford my car tax.

£40 horse, one payment.

Easy. Done.

£40, you can go where you want.

You might be thinking, "Well, sure,

you need to clothe a horse.

"You need to feed a horse."

Here's the thing with a £40 horse.

No, you f*cking don't.

It's a £40 horse.

It's a £40
-horse.

It's a £40 What else are

you?

Just leave it the side of the road.

It's like those scooters. It's easy.

What else are you going

to do with a £40 horse?

Please! You wouldn't trust the glue

to hold up a pin.

You were an amazing crowd.

Thank you so much. Cheers.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Sean McLoughlin!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Wonderful stuff.

You've been a wonderful audience.

Give it up for all the acts

that you saw tonight.

You saw Michelle de Swarte.

Sean McLoughlin.

I've been Geoff Norcott.

This has been Live At The Apollo.

Thank you very much. Thank you.