We're not joking.
Oxide Ghosts: The Brass Eye Tapes.
Tiny trains, bling kings and a Right Royal Barrel of Cockney Monkeys.
You'll be singing Eggerson Keaveney for weeks.
Karl Marx and George Michael are a right laugh.
William the Conqueror did NOT build those walls with a strong internet connection in mind.
A hilarious, uncynical, remarkable piece of comedy.
Comic Aussie surrealists are in town.
"Look at St Paul's! An icon in the capital! Much like myself."
Zoë Coombs Marr advises.
Believe the hype.
That was quick.
The Queer Comedy Club in Archway opens in May.
Oh, and plenty of free comedy too.
Londonist speaks to the star of My Son's a Queer (But What Can You Do?).
Gross-out WIP will be wonderful when polished.
Jewish comedian infiltrates fascists for a masterclass in stand-up.
An intoxicating carry-on, with added carrier bags.
Schoolfriend duo have golden chemistry.
A riotous, bewildering riff on the Dickens standard.
Comedy is the new rock n' roll.
Colin Hoult bids farewell to comic creation.
Is It a Bird? is back at Soho Theatre.
"I didn't want to put my mental health at risk."
Londonist
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