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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Image of comedian Phil Nichol at the last gig at the infamous London comedy club Joe's Comedy Madhouse
Madhouse

For eight years I've cherished a free bird,
dubbed 'London's worst comedy club' -
A bethlehem of jongleurs in a pub,
some funny, some disturbed,
Joe's Comedy Madhouse is her name:
Flashes of Genius! Nights of Shame!
Phil Nichol, Johnny Vegas, Daniel Kitson,
Comedy Terrorist, Chocolate Sandwich, Dick Durham!

The Madhouse has led a nomadic existence
through Stoke Newington, Soho, Clapham Common,
Pig-ignorant publicans shooed her on;
it did not make a jot of difference,
With the comedy business progressing fast,
how long could my maverick last?
Tonight she croaks with hue and cry;
I daresay her spirit shall never die.

Last Night at Joe's Comedy Madhouse blog

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