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18x01 - Nabil Abdulrashid, Jake Lambert, Rachel Fairburn

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.

18x01 - Nabil Abdulrashid, Jake Lambert, Rachel Fairburn

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Ladies and gentlemen, please

welcome your host for tonight,

Nabil Abdulrashid!

Woo!

What's happening, Apollo?

Never fearSouth London is here.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

I
-I genuinely

This isn't I don't It doesn't

matter if you guys enjoy this.

This is for me.

Cos it's all about self
-love.

Cos, as you know, narcissism is OK

with the right packaging.

I have problems.

Problem number one
- I am a dad.

Oh, you think it's funny?

I hope you all become dads tonight.

You know, one of

the interesting things

about being a father is this
-

you're responsible for these

little things that eat your food

and don't pay for anything,

and if that wasn't bad enough,

you have to bring them up.

And there's always this question
-

how should I raise my kids?

People say, "Oh, raise them

with your culture."

Therein lies the problem for me.

You see, I'm British and Nigerian,

and I've lived my life equally

in both countries,

which means I'm equally unwelcome

in both countries.

Africans in the room,

you ever been home and they just

look at you like

"Look at him. He said, 'Excuse me.'"

"You must be new here."

When I'm in Nigeria,

I miss British stuff, you know?

I miss queuing and

..constant electricity and,

and apologies. I miss that stuff.

But then when I'm here, I miss

really Nigerian stuff, you know?

I miss being able to get a job.

I miss being treated nicely

because of who my family is.

And most importantly I miss being

able to bribe police and judges.

But I suppose that last bit

doesn't make me a Nigerian.

That just makes me a Tory.

That is the first time you'll ever

hear anybody get cheered for saying

they're a Tory, even in front

of other Tories.

They don't even love themselves.

They're just in it for the benefits.

The only Tories that are proud to be

Tories are Nigerian Tories. Right?

I don't get it. The audacity.

Listen, you know why it's easy for

so many Nigerians to be Tories?

It's because every Nigerian believes

that one day,

they're going to be rich,

even if it's the day they die.

So they'll vote against their own.

It's like,

"Yes, I need benefits now,

"but why should I pay for

those future broke f*ck?"

Look, I was born in London,

but my parents had me

moved back to Nigeria

to make sure I learned to

speak English properly and

The thing is, Nigeria is

an English
-speaking country

cos we were colonised

by the British. Safe, innit?

Though I am not a fan of

colonisation.

I just realise

it could have been worse.

It could have been the French.

We saw how that went.

Sacre bleu!

No, the thing is, the British

colonised Africa differently.

I mean, yes, there was m*rder and

plundering and all that fun stuff,

but what the British did

that was different was this.

They essentially came over to

Africa, you guys came over

and gave us all the stuff

that you don't need any more.

Kind of like how back in the day

you would give your younger

brother the PlayStation control pad

that wasn't working, right?

They did the same thing to us,

but they didn't give us

PlayStation control pads.

No, they gave us the Bible

..and the dictionary. Right?

"Well, we won't be

needing that any more.

"What's the worst that could

happen? Mandem, tally
-h*!"

I remember going to school in

Nigeria, being taught English people

are the only people that cannot

speak their own language.

"What the f*ck

are you talking about?"

And then, I moved to London

and I was like, "Oh. Oh, wow."

The thing is, I came here

speaking English English,

real English, you know?

I came with all the classic

British greetings like,

"Hello."

"Good morning."

"Good afternoon."

And of course the quintessential

British greeting,

"Assalamu alaikum."

The official greeting of Birmingham.

Nothing could have ever prepared me

for "wagwan".

I can remember the day

I was initiated

into the brotherhood of wagwan.

Oh, yes, it was a sunny afternoon

..and I went out on a leisure stroll

and happened perchance

to stroll through

the Royal Borough of Brixton.

Yes, and I was welcomed by

some very odd fellows.

I believe the scientific term

for them is roadus manus.

Or in French, l'homme de rue.

They were gentlemen of the road.

Now, I don't know who here

has spent any copious

amount of time in the ghetto,

but you will always know

the local roadman in the ghetto

from the interesting way

that they traverse.

You see, when they walk,

their arms don't swing.

But when they stop

their arms catch up.

Like so.

Now, these fellows,

they have a very,

very interesting turn of phrase.

You see, they refer to themselves

in the third person,

and they begin communications

with a fake expl*si*n

from the mouth, and then proceed to

ask you what they were saying, even

if they were silent before you came.

I was out grocery shopping

with my mum.

Yes, we were procuring plantains.

And a gentleman of the road,

he came to me and he said,

"All right, boom,

what's man saying?

"All right, brother, big man ting,

yeah, what man's trying to say,

"yeah, big man ting, yeah, no long

ting" And my mum said, "Ah?!

"Nabil, what's wrong with this boy?"

I said, "Mum, I think

he wants something. Wait."

He said, "Nah, what man saying,

it's hot right now, you get me, fam?

"Big man ting, yeah? It's peak

for the mandem right now.

"Swear down, fam, I swear.

Big man ting. Don't piss man off."

My mum was like, "Ah?

Which man is he talking about?

"Are you sure this boy

is not possessed?"

I said, "No, Mummy,

he's trying to communicate."

He said, "Nah, fam, I swear down,

it's peak for the mandem right now.

"You know the way there, fam,

you know the way there, fam,

"where it's just mad.

It's mad in the dunya, you get me?"

My mum said, "Nabil, has this boy

said anything?"

I said, "No, Mummy."

"He's still warming up."

I came over here and people

were using the word "safe"

interjectionally as a way to say

"thank you" and "bye".

Does anyone remember that?

A guy come up to you, like,

"Eh, yo, cuz."

I said, "I'm not your cousin."

"Eh, yo, cuz, have you got

the time?" I said, "Certainly."

"It's four."

Man said, "Safe,"

and just walked off.

I'm like, "Come back!

"Was I in danger before?

"What do you mean?

"Safe from what?

"Safe from who, cuz?"

Oh, dear, my darlings,

it was such a stressful experience,

such a culture shock.

It was so hard to communicate.

I ended up joining a g*ng

by accident.

I thought it was the Boy Scouts.

I thought all the tattoos

were merit badges.

I remember one time,

I thought to myself,

"Oh, goodness, this inner city

fraternity I have joined

"is so industrious, but I wonder,

why do our patrons spend

"so much money on these odd little

cookies that we sell on the street?"

"The packaging is terrible.

"No marketing whatsoever.

"But I suppose they're

relatively low
-calorie.

"The only thing that goes into them

is baking soda."

Now, I'll show you. You see,

while I was in our

inner city fraternity,

it was a long time ago

and the slangs have changed.

There were so many colloquialisms

for dispossessing people

of their personal effects

without their consent.

Yes, I was in the property

reacquisition sector

of our organisation,

and every now and then

I dabbled in some urban pharmacy.

Yeah.

I'm Nigerian, so I also tried out

some freestyle accounting.

Like I was saying, there was loads

of slangs for robbing people, innit?

But the most popular slang

at the time, in South, was "suck".

Yeah. You can imagine

when I found out.

I was in the park with the mandem,

and our leader, Gasman.

I mean, you can't be out here

robbing people

with a name like Charles,

so Gasman it was.

Gasman was a very serious fellow.

He said, and I quote

He spotted some opps.

That means opposition. Ha
-ha!

He said, "Yo! Mandem!"

And then we assembled

..and formed Mandem
-a
-tron.

He said, "Yo, you see them opps

there, cuz? You see them opps?"

We're like, "Yeah, blud,

man sees them, man sees them.

"We see them, blud.

We see them, blud."

He said, "Yeah. Come we go suck

those boys for their shoes."

And the rest of them were getting

up, like, "Yeah, I'm on this ting."

I'm like, "Wait, no, no, no, no, no.

"My brother, no.

I need to see the small print."

I said, "Excuse me, Mr

Can I call you Mr Mr Gasman?

"Now, for the life of me, I could

have sworn you just instructed us

"to, er" He said, "Yeah, blud!

"You heard man!

That's the motive today.

"That's the prime objective. Today

we're sucking man, blud. Yeah?

"We suck man for their shoes, their

watches, their chains, their cash.

"Anybody coming through that gate

that's not in our g*ng

"is getting sucked

"mercilessly."

I said, "Bro, I'm not involved."

He said, "Either you suck man

or man suck you." I said, "Whoa!"

"Can we talk?" I said,

"Brother, why? Why, my brother?

"Why are you doing this?"

And he gets philosophical.

He said, "It's all I know."

"It's how I survive on the roads."

"I didn't choose to suck man.

Sucking man chose man."

I said, "Is this why

you have a g*ng?"

He said, "What?! Nah! I don't need

a g*ng to suck man.

"I suck three, four man by myself."

"Ask all them boys on the estate.

"I sucked all of them, bro."

"Listen, I even sucked this boy

in front of his dad."

"In front of his dad?!"

He said, "Yeah!"

I said, "What did his dad do?"

He said, "His dad

didn't do nothing,

"cos he knew one false move,

he'd get sucked too, rude boy."

I said, "My God.

"This man is prolific!"

He said, "Big man,

I don't know fear, you know.

"I don't care how big a man is."

"How hard man is."

"I'll look man in the eye

and suck man, fam. Are you mad?"

I said to him, "Bro, you are broke.

"I am also broke.

"This is my last £5. Take it.

"Wallahi, you need it more than me."

"Foot Locker is still hiring.

"In fact, do you want me

to make you a CV?

"We can go together."

He said, "Nah!

"I don't suck man

for minimum wage."

"Man's got aspirations."

At this point I had to ask him,

"Bro, what if they don't let you?"

He looked at me like I'm the one

who's crazy. He said, "What?!"

"If they don't let me suck man"

"If they don't comply, obviously

if they don't let me suck man,

"I have to lick them down."

I said

And that's how I went to jail.

So, you know

Now, my darlings,

I mentioned before, you know,

I'm raising kids, and it's tough

choosing what culture

to raise your kids with, not just

because of the two cultures

I represent, but even

in my marriage,

we're both from

different cultures.

My wife isn't Nigerian.

She's originally Pakistani,

um, so

We're very different.

We don't look alike.

She's not a six
-foot,

25
-stone Nigerian man.

Or at least she wasn't

before I left home.

And, you know, um, it's interesting,

because, you know,

when our kids were really little,

they didn't look like their mum

either.

They looked very African.

They had big afros,

big, beautiful, glorious afros,

and my wife's this little

Asian woman in a hijab.

So when my wife went out

with my daughters,

they didn't look like

mother and daughter.

They looked like the front page

of a really woke feminist magazine.

Like, "Yass, queen! Rock the hijab,

rock the afro. Yass, slay."

Right? And like, I used to

have fun with it, right?

I would pull pranks on her.

Like I'd make them run away and

scream, "Help! She's not our mum!"

And then all these really nice

people, "Oh, my goodness,

"what do we do? Who do we grab?

What's less r*cist?"

"Do we grab the hijabi

or the afro babies?"

Oh, fun times!

The thing is,

even at home, you know,

what we do at home is different.

Like, I know most people, like

couples, they do Netflix and chill.

My wife and I,

we have our own variation of that.

We don't do Netflix and chill.

We watch a programme

called Border Force.

I see a few of you

know the programme,

and some of you are pretending

that you don't.

To explain it, Border Force

is like Squid Game for racists.

It basically follows, like,

a team of immigration officers

running down, like, trying to catch,

like, ill*gal immigrants,

or people who have overstayed,

and deport them or detain them.

And my wife and I watch it

and we keep scores

..to see whose family members

are being caught more.

"Oh, no, not Mr Khan!"

The thing is,

it's such a horrible programme,

but it's so much fun to watch,

right?

So much fun!

The thing is, they know

who their audience is,

cos when they go to catch people

they don't come to places like here

where it's a melting pot

and randomly ask people.

They look for the most stereotypical

place to catch each group of people.

Like, whenever they

go hunting for Asians

they don't just go to a cinema

or a theatre.

They go to the most rundown

restaurant in East London,

kick down the door, "Pow! Mr Khan!"

And I swear to God,

there's almost always

a guy sleeping on the floor,

and one guy at the stove

just cooking.

Like, "Mr Khan!" He's like,

"Oh, no, I'm not Mr Khan.

"My name is Michelangelo."

"You're not Mr Khan?"

"No, no, no, no, no.

"Mr Khan is my cousin brother."

Like

"What? You don't own

the restaurant?" "No."

"Then why is your picture

on the wall?"

"Because I'm sexy guy, yeah?"

My favourite group of people

to see them catch

is my people, Nigerians,

because we always escape.

This is a challenge.

Watch any programme to do with

immigration, police,

customs, TV licence,

bus inspectors
-

Nigerians always escape.

And it's not because of voodoo,

you racists.

And please stop calling it voodoo.

That is problematic.

It's not voodoo.

It's African technology.

When you guys call someone on

a screen that's in another place,

it's FaceTime.

When I do it with chicken bones

and a bowl of water, it's voodoo.

r*cist.

The real reason the Nigerian

always escapes from these situations

is simple.

A true Nigerian always answers

a question with a question.

You don't believe me?

Some of you drove here and I bet you

you're getting tickets right now.

Go outside and try and stop it.

"Oi, what are you doing?"

Nigerian
- "What does it look like?"

"Asking me stupid questions."

I remember watching the episode and

they, um, when they went to Peckham

to find Nigerians.

I think someone gave them a tip
-off.

Turned up
- "Oi, you!"

Nigerian
- "Who, me?"

"Where are you going?"

"What's your business?"

"Have you been in this country

for a long time?"

"How long is long?"

"Mate, do you even have a passport?"

"Do you want to buy?"

Ladies and gentlemen, are we ready

for the next comedian?

I worked with this guy recently.

Welcome Jake Lambert!

Over And Over

by Hot Chip

Thank you! Aww!

Thank you, hello!

You good?

Don't worry, I'm not going to talk

to you. Don't worry.

I don't do that, talking to people.

Not just onstage, offstage as well,

I don't do it.

Not for me.

It can go wrong too easily,

can't it? I've tried it.

I got on a train the other day,

and there was a guy sat on the train

wearing the same jumper as me,

and I just went, "Oh, nice jumper."

Looked down, realised

I wasn't wearing that jumper.

Forget it.

What's worse is

when you go to tell a joke

and the other person doesn't get it.

I had this recently.

I was in America and they didn't

get my humour at all.

I was walking through a mall

just on my own.

I walked passed Victoria's Secret

and there were two girls

that worked there, outside the shop,

and as I walked past, one of them

just went, "Hey, are you shopping

for a wife or a girlfriend today?"

and I just went,

"Wow, I didn't know you sold them."

They just looked at me

like I hadn't said anything.

Because there are, there are

huge cultural differences

between us and America.

We speak the same language,

but it's so different.

Like for example, I was in Texas

and they couldn't believe there

that we just don't have g*ns

over here. Couldn't believe it.

They were like,

"So you've never owned a g*n?"

I was like, "Absolutely not."

They were like, "Wow."

They were like, "You've never

been hunting?" I was like, "Nope."

"Wow." They were like,

"You never felt the urge to k*ll?"

I was like, "Oh, yeah"

"Every time I go to

the Post Office."

But of course, to us, it is crazy

that they have g*ns, but I'm sure

there are things that we have

that would be weird to an American.

Like imagine, for example,

trying to explain to an American

the concept of a lollipop lady.

Just trying to explain to them that

before we let schoolchildren cross

the street, we just send an old lady

out first to make sure it's safe.

That's quite weird.

Yeah

But, yeah, they didn't

get my humour in America.

I'll be honest, this next joke,

it needs quite a bit

of goodwill in the room.

I hope it's there.

We'll find out.

Because they just didn't always

get my humour in America,

and I was visiting my friend

in Houston in Texas,

and he had a job, so I spent

quite a bit of time on my own,

and then what happened one day,

he was at work

so I went to do a tour of NASA.

Incredible thing to do.

I can't recommend it enough,

but what happens is,

they pick you up downtown

on this bus

and they take you there,

we're on this shuttle bus,

and this tour guide is there,

telling us all these facts

on the way, facts about NASA,

and we get to these crossroads.

He said, "If you turn this way,

it's NASA,"

he said, "If you turn this way,

it's the headquarters of the KKK."

He said, "One way you've got

the greatest minds on Earth,"

and I said,

"And the other way is NASA."

I wish you'd been there.

Absolutely nothing.

Do you know how hard

you have to work

to be the most r*cist person

in Texas?

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Now Australians, Australians,

they've got a great sense of humour.

Everybody is funny over there.

I was lucky enough to go.

Australians are in. Course they are.

I love that. I was lucky enough

to go. I was in Melbourne.

Everybody's funny in Australia.

I was out one day in Melbourne,

just clothes shopping,

just looking through these shirts.

There was this old lady

stood next to me.

I hadn't spoken to her at all.

She's stood here.

I'm just looking through

these shirts.

Her husband came out

of the dressing room.

He's clearly trying a shirt on.

He just went, "Hey," he goes,

"does this shirt make me look fat?"

and she went, "No."

He turned and walked away.

She looked at me and went,

"It's not the shirt's fault."

It's a free gig!

But they are, they're

the most confident people

I've ever met, the Australians.

They're so confident. Again, perfect

example. This was in Melbourne.

I was on a train one day.

There were two guys sat opposite me,

started talking about how drunk

they'd got at the weekend,

one went, "Oh, right, mate, I got

so drunk at the weekend, right

"I ended up butt naked in the middle

of the street, it was crazy."

The whole train carriage

could hear this, by the way.

The other one went,

"That's hilarious, mate.

Have you got any photos?"

He goes, "I have, mate, yeah."

Pulls his phone out,

starts showing him photos

of him naked in the street.

They're both laughing together.

Then the train pulled

into the station

and the guy with the phone went,

"Oh, I've got to go. Anyway

"Nice to meet you."

You can't compete with that.

But I do, I get to travel with

this job a lot, which I enjoy.

I get recognised as well,

which is a strange experience.

It's not always from being on TV.

Sometimes you just get recognised

the next day

if you've done a gig somewhere.

I had this recently. I was up north

and I'd been doing some gigs.

The next day I was just in the hotel

having my breakfast, and there was

a couple in the corner, and I

could see they kept looking at me.

They must have been sort of in their

50s, and they kept looking over

at me, and I was just having my

breakfast, and as they got up

to leave they came past my table

and they stopped, and the lady said,

"Can we just say," she went,

"you were amazing last night."

I said, "Oh, wow, thank you so

much." She was like, "Honestly,

"our cheeks are still hurting."

I said, "Wow, thank you."

and her husband was like,

"We just love finding new people."

I was like, "Wow, thank you

so much," and they walked away,

a few people turned to look at me.

I thought, "Well,

"they're probably disappointed,

they don't recognise me,

they don't know who I am,"

and then I thought,

"No, that's not it at all, is it?

"It's because at no point

during that interaction

"did anybody mention

that I was a comedian."

So all that happened

was this couple approached me

over a hotel breakfast and said,

"You were amazing last night,

our cheeks are still hurting,

we love finding new people."

But of course the issue is there,

that the people there

Of course you can't tell from

looking at me I'm a comedian,

cos you can't judge someone just

by looking at them, can you?

I mean, you can, but you shouldn't.

But you can sometimes, can't you?

You know, like for example,

if you see a man over 55

with a ponytail

..you can make assumptions,

can't you?

Like he's either a magician

..or he knows karate.

You know one thing for sure
-

he's definitely divorced.

Like you shouldn't, but you can,

is my point.

But of course ultimately,

you can't.

You can't just judge someone

just by looking at them.

Like, you wouldn't know,

for example, from looking at me

that I've got epilepsy, would you?

Cos I haven't.

No, I do, don't worry, it's fine.

It's good news. I've got it.

In fact, fun fact for you,

I had my first
-ever seizure

during National Epileptic Week.

Which was fitting.

I'll tell you about the first

seizure I ever had.

Is that OK to do? Is that all right?

Thank you. I know sometimes people

get a bit funny

if people start talking about

health conditions.

I know some people don't like

to talk about their own ones.

I've got a friend called Paul.

He's got psoriasis. Doesn't like

to talk about it at all,

he'd rather just sweep it

under the carpet.

So, people are different.

Some big fans of psoriasis stuff

down here.

There's more if you want it.

Just scratching the surface.

But no, we'll move on.

One condition at a time.

Yeah. Sorry.

The, um

The first seizure I ever had,

it was my first year at university.

I was in Topshop, trying on

a pair of jeans in Topshop,

and I had no idea

that I had epilepsy.

I just went in there for the jeans,

fell to the floor, had a seizure.

I woke up, still in Topshop.

I had no idea what was going on.

I just woke up.

There was this bright light

and three women looking over me.

I thought I was in heaven.

And then one of them just went,

"Excuse me,"

she went,

"do you know what day it is?"

Now I didn't know that was a thing.

And I remember just thinking,

"Can you not ask someone else?"

It was like to me, this woman

had just walked into Topshop

and just gone, "What day is it?"

"I'll ask that guy there

on the floor.

"The one who's bleeding

from the mouth

"and appears to have wet himself

in a pair of jeans

"that he'll be forced to pay for,"

which was unacceptable.

I was glad when they went under.

Anyway, I had to go to the hospital,

and I went to see the doctor.

The first thing the doctor

said to me, he said,

"Is there epilepsy in your family?"

Which there is, I should say.

I've got two older sisters.

My older sister, Claire,

she's got epilepsy.

In fact, growing up,

my sisters used to share a bedroom,

and we've got Hayley,

my middle sister,

she's got really bad OCD, so every

time she leaves or enters a room

she has to turn the light switch

on and off about 12 to 16 times.

She shared a room with Claire,

who was epileptic,

and nobody did anything about that.

For five years, that went on.

Just, "Night"

"Oh, she's gone again!"

So he said, "It sounds like

you've probably got epilepsy."

He said, "What would happen

"This would've been your first

major seizure,

"but you've probably been having

a thing called absence seizures

"since you were about 14 years old.

"You'd have been blacking out

about five to 15 seconds

"and nobody must have noticed."

And I went, "Oh, right."

Then I went, "Hold on,

I'm not sure what little input

"I've been putting into

conversations"

"..that I've been blacking out

for up to 15 seconds

"for five years

without anybody noticing?!"

I was thinking about how I must have

been perceived at school,

cos I know one way I was perceived

at school, separate to this,

when I was in Year 10 one day, my

headmaster called me to his office,

he said, "Jake, we've got

two new students starting today,

"a brother and a sister.

"I thought it would be good

for you to show them around.

"I know you've got good experience

with the school.

"I know you've sort of

been bullied in the past"

and I went,

"I've never been bullied!"

And he went, "Really?"

That was my headmaster!

It's why I don't want children.

I just don't think I'd have

any authority over them whatsoever.

I've got a cat.

I think that's enough for me.

I've got a cat called

Richard Parker.

Any of you know the reference?

Named after the tiger

from Life of Pi.

Yeah, let everyone know

I've read a book.

..seen a film. But anyway, he's

All you can say about my cat,

he's only got one eye. He got shot.

He's fine. He can do the same as any

other cat, the only difference is

he's only got one eye.

So the only difference is

sometimes I can't tell which end

I'm looking at.

But other than that

he's the same as any other cat.

The reason I'm telling you this

is, I love it when other people

make mistakes, because it makes me

feel so good about myself,

because when he was at

the animal hospital,

I had to call up to check on him.

I called up, the receptionist

answered, and, er, I said,

"I just need to check on my cat."

She said, "OK,

what's the cat's name?"

I said, "It's Richard Parker,"

and she typed it into the system

and she went, "Oh We've actually

got two Richard Parkers

"with us today,"

and I said, "Well, mine's the one

with one eye."

And she said,

"Oh, they're both spelt the same."

It makes you feel good

about yourself, you know?

But I do, I like it when

other people make mistakes

because it makes me feel better,

because I make mistakes often.

Even going back to when

I first found out I had epilepsy.

I got put on this medication,

and I'd never been on any

prescription medication in my life.

I had no idea how it worked.

I remember I just went to

the chemist to pick it up

and I handed over the slip,

and the chemist came out later

with a box of medication.

He just went, "What's your name?"

and I said, "It's Jake Lambert,"

and he went,

"And what's your street name?"

I said, "Oh, people

just call me Jake."

Like, absolutely no idea.

Ladies and gentlemen, you've been

absolutely incredible.

This has been an absolute dream.

I've been Jake Lambert.

Thank you very much. Thank you!

Jake Lambert, everybody.

Are you ready for the next comedian?

Please welcome the one,

the only, Rachel Fairburn!

She Bangs The Drums

by The Stones Roses

Hello!

Oh, thank you.

What a lovely welcome!

Are you all all right?

I'm Rachel. I'm from Manchester.

Yeah, a few of you in.

The tickets WERE free. Lovely.

I live in London now,

and it's a difficult situation

as a northerner to live in London

and still be northern,

because what happens is,

you live in London, you live

in a multicultural area,

you've got a Polish community,

Caribbean community,

African community, but when I speak,

everyone's like, "Are you just

down 'ere for the weekend?"

"Have you got tickets

to see Phantom of the Opera?"

"Have you come down here to

seek your fortune?

"We don't need chimney sweeps

any more."

I go back to Manchester,

me family are like,

"Oh, remembered us, have ya?

"Think you're better than us,

do ya?" I'm like,

"Oh, my God, don't be so stupid.

I don't think I'm better than you.

"I KNOWI'm better than y

"I use cutlery."

"Just watched you eat a bowl of soup

"using the corner of

an Argos catalogue."

I'm a working
-class person.

Yeah, not many of us left.

I have a lot of middle
-class

friends, right,

and my middle
-class friends

know that I'm working
-class

because they call me things

like "salt of the earth".

We know what that means, don't we?

It means, "Oh, you're quite

articulate and intelligent

"for a deprived person."

"But please don't marry

into my family."

I notice differences about us,

you know?

There's differences between us,

me and my middle
-class friends.

Shopping, there's one instance.

Middle
-class people,

you get your shopping delivered.

Give me a cheer if you do that.

Oh, yeah

You get the shopping delivered. My

middle
-class mates are always like,

"Oh, yeah, it's literally so easy.

You just, like literally,

"press a button and the shopping

just appears at your door.

"It's totally amazing. And what I do

is I give the driver like £10,

"and what he does is

he puts it in my cupboard,

because I can't because of my"

I'm like, "Your bad back?"

"No, my sense of entitlement."

Working
-class people, we go to the

shops, we bring the shopping back.

My earliest memories are going

to the supermarket in all weathers,

carrying the entire week's shopping

back with my mother.

A trip to Asda should not evoke

the words of World w*r I poet

Wilfred Owen.

You know the poem I mean? That one.

"Bent double, like old beggars"

"..under sacks, knock
-kneed,

coughing, like hags."

Your mum's screaming at you,

"What are you coughing for there?

You not got your inhaler?

"Cos I'm telling you now, if that

Viennetta melts, I'll batter ya."

Carrying all that shopping.

Do you know what?

There's donkeys in sanctuaries that

have had easier lives than me.

We spend money as well,

working
-class people.

We love spending money.

We love spending money!

As soon as we get it

..get rid of it.

Don't talk about it, spend it.

And this is ancestral.

I'm telling you, right?

I know that my ancestors

were probably like,

"Right, we've been paid.

"Tomorrow we might die of cholera

under a spinning jenny."

"Let's go to the pub."

My middle
-class mates

do not spend money, right?

You do not spend money, and I've

noticed it. Especially if you live

in a city that people want to visit,

right, and you have a spare room,

don't tell anyone

that's middle
-class.

In fact, brick it up.

Because what happens is,

they want a weekend away,

and they find out about

the spare room,

and the messages come pinging in.

"How are you?"

What do you want?

You notice the last messages

between you were 18 months ago,

when you were lying about

having to self
-isolate.

I miss those days, do you?

Oh, the weddings and birthdays

I missed!

Now if you say you've got Covid,

you're just a liar and a coward.

But the messages come in,

and cos I'm salt of the earth,

I can't say no.

I can't say no. I let these people

stay at my house, right?

And the problem is,

I hate people staying at my house.

It upsets me.

It upsets my equilibrium, right,

because I have obsessive

compulsive disorder.

I have OCD. I have it officially,

and not fashionably.

I have an actual diagnosis,

and when people come to your house

and they start staying, right, what

happens is they change the rules.

They start making their own rules

around your life.

"Shall we go out for breakfast?"

No.

I live here.

My food is in the cupboard.

I have to have Corn Flakes at 7am

every day for the rest of my life.

If I don't, my family dies.

That's how OCD works.

And I don't like it cos people have

bits that fall off and out of them,

do you know what I mean?

They're going around their lives,

like, their daily lives,

and there's bit of skin,

bits of hair, bits of nails

falling off them,

farts out the back.

Unwanted opinions out the front.

I don't like it.

There's rules. If you want to stay,

I think it's fair

for me to say to you,

"If you want to stay at my house,

you've got to shave off

"all your body hair

"..and I mean all of it

"..and wrap yourself in clingfilm.

"If you want to use the toilet,

there is a pub down the road."

Cos my mates are always talking,

always talking,

the middle
-class mates, always

talking, telling you everything.

They like to talk about their mental

health, not got a problem with that.

I just mentioned my OCD.

That's absolutely fine, you know,

not got a problem with it. But they

tell you too much, you know?

Always telling you too much.

One of my mates said to me the other

day, she went, "I just feel

"I just feel like I've got nothing

to get up for in the morning."

I was like, "Oh, my God,

why are you crying?

"I'd love to feel like that."

I'd love to open my eyes

in the morning, go,

"Brilliant, nobody needs me.

"Anything that happens today

can happen without me."

I would be absolutely over the moon.

I'm like, "God, stop crying, mate.

"Let's go to Alton Towers."

People tell you everything, though,

now.

Strangers tell you things now,

right? Too many things.

People talk about sex too much,

far too much for my liking.

Listen, I'm not a prude, either.

I've done a**l with an Australian.

It was a misunderstanding, to be

fair. When he asked if I fancied

the bush or the outback,

I thought he meant a day trip.

Weirdly, that's what

it sounded like.

They say too much, though.

I met someone the other week,

never met this person before,

a stranger, right?

A stranger, right, within

three minutes of talking to me

had told me that

they were polyamorous.

Right? I'm not interested.

I was like, "Mate, you do you,

"and everyone else,

by the sounds of it.

"I don't care," right?

And then you get accused of

kink
-shaming,

cos you say you're not interested.

I'm not shaming your kink.

I don't care about it.

You can tell me what you want,

but I've got the right

to think you're a weirdo.

I was talking to a very posh girl

recently, and she said to me

"Oh, yeah, so I'm

literally just trying to find, um,

"I'm literally on the lookout for,

um, like, um,

"environmentally

eco
-friendly sex toys."

I was like, surely

..the remedy is literally

in your own hand.

Then she said to me, "I've actually

found
- really interesting,

"actually, I've found

a zero
-waste dildo."

I was like, "A zero
-waste dildo?

Is that not just a baguette?"

Maybe it's the way I carry them back

from the shops, I'm not sure.

I do love my middle
-class friends,

though, I do,

but I like my working
-class friends

more, right,

cos I've known them longer

and they're more down
-to
-earth.

It's a group of girls that,

you know, you meet them

for Sunday lunch, and you wake up

and it's Wednesday in Ibiza.

You know where you are

with these people, you know.

We've got WhatsApp groups.

I guess we're all in WhatsApp

groups, aren't we?

I love the WhatsApp groups

with my mates, you know,

things like they're called Girlies

and Prosecco Time.

And for every one of those groups,

I'm in a spin
-off one

called Leanne's A b*tch.

Cos that's what we do, women.

We're good people, you know,

we take our bitching elsewhere.

Men, I don't know

what's wrong with you.

I've seen your WhatsApp groups.

If people haven't seen

a man's WhatsApp group,

let me explain them to you.

There'll be a bit of chat

about football, a bit of banter

about what they're doing that

evening, and then, for no reason,

out of the blue, a video of a man

bumming a dog

..falling off a building.

You people are in charge

of the world.

No wonder it's such a bloody mess.

My mates are growing up a bit now.

They're getting quite, you know,

serious about life.

They're getting married,

they're having kids.

I still feel very immature because

when my friends, you know, tell me

they're pregnant, I'm like,

"Oh, my God, have you told your mum?

"She's well going to shout,

in't she?"

And it still seems a very grown
-up

thing to me, you know.

As I say, they're having kids.

They're getting dogs.

They're having rescue dogs,

cos everything's got to be vintage.

Adopting these dogs, right?

One of my mates is adopting a dog

rescued from the meat trade

in China.

It's called Cupcake.

Don't make it sound delicious!

Gives you information about the dog,

right?

The dog says things like,

"I'd like to live in a house

"rather than a flat

and have access to a garden."

Wouldn't we all, Cupcake?

Nobody gets the dogs I had

growing up.

You know the dogs,

the working
-class dogs,

the dogs that look like

your dad's mates.

The dogs that look like

they should be

leaning out of a window

of a white van

..shouting, "Nice t*ts!"

Nobody gets those dogs any more.

I think we're too, er

We take dogs in too many places now.

I know we're a nation of dog lovers,

but we take them everywhere.

You know, there's dogs in shops

This is what annoys me, right?

It's normal dogs that are allowed in

everywhere because they don't have

respect for the assistance dogs,

you know, those brave dogs,

the dogs that have trained to help

the human
-

the guide dogs, the hearing dogs,

the seizure detection dogs.

Not those dogs

that can sniff cancer, though.

I don't like those dogs.

They bring the mood down.

I honestly thought it was every dog

that could sniff cancer.

I was going round for years thinking

I had cancer of the clitoris.

And on that note, thank you so much

for listening.

See you later. Thank you!

Rachel Fairburn, everyone.

Have you had a good night tonight?

So let's hear it again for the acts

we've seen tonight.

We've seen Jake Lambert

..we've seen Rachel Fairburn

..and obviously we've seen

man like

..South London's finest.

Thank you all. God bless.

Goodnight. Croydon running tings.