MARCH 10TH, 2009
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NOVEMBER 10TH, 2011
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NOVEMBER 1ST, 2011
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OCTOBER 26TH, 2011
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OCTOBER 19TH, 2011
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SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2011
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How I Kicked Heroin
One night after a gig in Nunhead, SE London (Pull The Other One cabaret night) I went back to play chess with a now dead comedian (yes that fella – RIP) who chased the dragon through the night as I drank stella…
After declining a few offers to have a go, I thought hell, why not give it a little toot and so I did just that.
What really struck me was just how innocuous heroin was, there was no great orgasmic high that I expected, just nothingness like a very clean marijuana mong out with zero paranoia… how bizarre…
The next day I was chatting on the phone to another comedian friend (one who is still alive), I knew he had been a user of the bug H for some time in the past and so I told him about my experience.
I asked him how it could ever be addictive.
He put the phone down and came straight around to my flat.
He told me in no uncertain terms that by being so unthreatening is exactly how heroin grabs people.
Drugs like Acid, Ecstasy, mushrooms etc. which produce the biggest high are quite an event and yet are not really addictive. Whereas Heroin feels so harmless that it seeps in like a sneaky little fecker!
That massive low of nothingness becomes the most desirable thing in life, both physically and mentally.
As my friend told me, using heroin is the happiest you can possibly be… but when heroin starts using you its beyond the biggest depression that you can ever imagine.
I hadn’t planned to get back on the horse and my encounter was a one off.
It is shame that my late friend who gave me that toot isn’t able to say the same.
Just say no kids!
SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2011
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Bob Slayer Review in ThreeWeeks – Ed Fringe 2011
ED2011 Comedy Review: Bob Slayer’s Marmite Gameshow – Free (Dress Code: Drunk and Naked / Laughing Horse Free Festival)
At least half of what the company’s name appeared to promise was fulfilled, as Bob Slayer necked back pint after pint of Jagerbomb, leading to such hilarious impromptu audience interactions as “shout out what part of the story the comedian was up to before he got distracted”. Pervading the show is a sense that whatever enters Slayer’s head at that moment becomes the show, thereby promising a new experience each time. At the time I saw him, Slayer was in the middle of so-called “Cockgate”, where he found himself in trouble with the council for encouraging audiences to stick phallic stickers on other comedians’ posters. Despite this seemingly unscripted calamity, there was still plenty of lunacy to keep the audience entertained.
Laughing Horse at The Hive, 4 – 28 Aug (not 23), times vary, free, fpp51.
tw rating 4/5
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SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2011
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Includes details of BOB SLAYER’s secret show – “BRING YOUR OWN BOOZE”
SEPTEMBER 11TH, 2011
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The Scotsman mentions me doing Children’s Shows in a feature
I did some Comedy shows for Kids in Edinburgh 2011, I really enjoyed them and they went rather well. The Scotsman came along as part of a feature on The Fringe’s most unlikely children’s entertainers…
AUGUST 31ST, 2011
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Bob Slayer in The Spectator
…a bald middle-aged man sprinted past me. He had an impressive beer gut and a scarlet shirt and he was running full tilt down the Royal Mile shouting, ‘I don’t care! I don’t care any more!’ and flinging handfuls of flyers backwards over his head. ‘I don’t care any more!’ It worked. Even rival leafleters pick up his flyer. ‘Bob Slayer’s Marmite Gameshow,’ it said. The performance, at the Hive in Niddry Street, unfolded in conditions of artless disarray. There was no gameshow. There was no Marmite. There was simply Bob Slayer at the mike, haranguing the audience with camp improvisations, and yelling ‘Mervyn! A pint!’ whenever his glass ran dry.
He bribed an Ulsterman to dress as Freddie Mercury and perform Queen songs. That took up 97 per cent of the act. For his finale, he invited volunteers to injure him with darts. A punter stood up and took aim. ‘Sir, before you kill me,’ said Bob Slayer to his would-be slayer, ‘may I ask what you do?’ ‘I’m just back from Afghanistan,’ said the volunteer. ‘I’m an army sharpshooter.’ He flung. He scored. The dart sailed through the air and lodged in the target’s left thigh just below his belt. The now-perforated Bob Slayer looked down at his piercing with a quizzical expression. It had hit him in the wallet. ‘How shite has this show been!’ he observed as he wrapped things up. ‘Come back tomorrow and see if it’s this shite again.’
Bob Slayer is probably not an O2-filler but his brand of insane merriment seemed to encapsulate the Edinburgh mood. He had charm and hope and nothing to lose. The realm of the down-and-out is full of strange attractions because people who dream of a better place are, as the sages tell us, already in a better place than the better place they yearn for.
Full article:
http://www.spectator.co.uk/arts-and-culture/featured/7189658/down-and-out-in-edinburgh.thtml
LLOYD EVANS, THE SPECTATOR
