Live at The Apollo (2004) s07e06 Episode Script

1 'Ladies and gentlemen, 'please welcome your host for tonight, Sarah Millican!' Hello.
Hello.
Thank you very much for coming.
Welcome to Live At The Apollo! It was lovely the way I was introduced there.
It's a really nice thing to get used to in a new job when somebody says your name and people clap and cheer.
It's lovely! It was a little bit weird at the doctor's the other day.
Cos nobody clapped.
Every time I said "clap", they thought that's what I had.
But I decided, a lot of people do this in January I decided in January to try to sort of better myself.
I'm not bothered about losing weight, but I like the idea of getting fit, so I thought I'd get myself an exercise DVD.
You know when your partner goes shopping and asks, "Do you want anything?" and you're supposed to say, "No", but instead you give them a list? I love doing that.
Sometimes I make shit up I don't even need just to see his face.
And he looks at the list and he goes, "What's the difference between a tangerine and a satsuma?" Ha-ha! It's a test! And I said to him, "Could you get us an exercise DVD?" That's what I thought I'd do, get an exercise DVD.
I said, "Just get a bog-standard, like a beginner's guide, "a very basic exercise DVD.
" And he said, "No problem.
" He came home with Davina's Buff Your Abs.
I'll have to lose three stone before I can find me bloody abs.
I swapped it for the one that I wanted, which was, you know, just Fat Lass Has A Go.
You know.
Or the sequel, Fat Lass Tries Again.
I watched the first few minutes.
It's always a celebrity and a trainer.
A celebrity sells the DVDs and the trainer knows what they're doing.
In the first few minutes, they were laughing at nothing.
It was very unnerving.
And the trainer said to the celebrity "Why don't you tell the viewers at home "what weight you were when you started this regime?" And the celebrity went "When I started this regime, I was 10 stone.
" I realised then that I'm aiming for her start weight.
But I like to eat.
Is that so bad? I like to eat.
Sometimes I think I've got a tapeworm, but that it's just full.
I'm trying to eat more healthily.
I had an apple the other day.
Thank you.
I put it in me handbag on an optimistic Monday.
And by the Thursday, there weren't any KitKats left.
And I was starving.
I thought, I'm gonna have to find it.
So I rooted around in me handbag and I found it.
It was prematurely bruised and battered.
It had pen on it.
But I was starving.
So I peeled off the clean panty liner and I ate it.
And it was all right.
It was all right.
It reminded me of something I'd had years ago that I liked.
I was like, "What does it remind me of?" Toffee apples.
And we've got some recognisable faces in.
We've got Olympic medallist, Colin Jackson in! Hello, love! So, Colin Jackson, you've got a safety net.
If things ever get tight money-wise, you can just take your medals to Cash4Gold.
And we've got lovely Alex and Matt from The One Show! You guys are on Twitter, aren't you? I like Twitter.
Cheer if you're on Twitter.
Loads of you.
I like it, but it can sometimes be a little bit weird, can't it? I got a message from a fella a few weeks ago and he said, "I've got a bit of spare time on me hands "and I don't know whether to watch some porn or you.
" He's in! That struck me as being a little bit odd.
I don't know much about porn, but from what I can gather, it's fantasy, isn't it? It's supposed to be unachievable things.
Like having sex with two women at the same time.
Or one.
He's fine, he's fine.
But I put myself firmly in the bracket of "achievable.
" By that laughter, so do you, you shits! So that man's fantasy is a middle-aged, slightly-overweight woman who witters on.
Just wander around ASDA.
There's hundreds of me! Look along at the end of your sofa.
You might be married to one of me.
But I live alone.
Give us a cheer if you live alone.
A few of you.
You sound very happy about it.
Well done.
Something you might not know, people who live on their own, is that you can still have breakfast in bed if you live on your own.
Listen up, bitches.
If I want breakfast in bed, what I do before I go to bed is I put a Twix on the bedside cabinet.
And then when I wake up the next day, as me eyes are focusing, I think, "There's a bloody Twix just there!" But sometimes, there's just a wrapper.
I've obviously got up for a wee in the night and gone, "Aah"! Either that or the Tooth Fairy's moved over to the dark side.
But I'm in a relationship at the moment.
Give us a cheer all the couples in.
I've been with my fella for four years.
We only have problems at present-giving time.
Christmases, birthdays, that sort of thing.
Cos my boyfriend likes to buy me surprises.
And I really don't like surprises.
Anybody else who doesn't really like surprises? A few of you.
See, what we've done is we've got a happy medium now.
I give him a list of pre-approved surprises.
Five or six things.
He picks one.
I don't know which one it is, so technically, it's a surprise.
It was my birthday at the end of May.
He came home a few days before and said, "You'll never guess what I've done!" I said, "What have you done?" He said, "I've gone off-list.
" He said, "I'm not sure you'll like it.
" I said, "Why the hell did you buy it, then? "I mean thank you.
" A friend who doesn't know us well said, "That sounds like an engagement ring!" I said, "No, it sounds like Kerplunk.
" A couple of years ago, I had really bad flu, couldn't get out of bed, felt terrible.
My boyfriend said, "I'll get you a present to cheer you up.
" Now, I'm quite easy to cheer up.
I like flowers, chocolates.
I'm a walking cliche.
My favourite flowers are daffodils, which were in season at the time, and were everywhere in buckets for £1.
00.
Chocolate-wise, I'm happy with a Twix or a Twirl, so you're talking £1.
60 and I'm champion.
He chose to disregard that relevant information and bought something he thought was appropriate, which was a Mr Potato Head.
I still don't really know why.
But, ironically, when I opened the box, I wanted to re-arrange his bloody face.
When you've been together a few years, you get to know each other a bit better, and there are new things that pop up about each other that turn each other on and you don't know this.
New things can pop up that turn you on and they can pop up in the most unusual of places.
We were having a carvery.
I love a carvery.
And with his pudding, he got a jug of custard.
And he poured the custard onto his pudding and then he licked the spout of the custard jug and I was genuinely aroused! I just leaned over to him and I went, "Get in the car.
" Bring the custard.
But I've always been quite a late developer.
You know when you find out about sex, about the birds and the bees Give us a cheer if you found out via your family? A few of you.
And what about if you found out via friends? So quite a lot of you unaccounted for.
Do you just not know? My mam bought me a book.
I've still got it now.
It's a book by Claire Rayner.
And it's got all of the parts of the body.
It describes puberty.
And in it, they call your vagina they call it a "baby-making hole".
Now, I don't have babies and I don't have any plans to have babies, so I cannot call mine that, can I? So I call mine my "cock cheerer-upperer".
And I've always been quite cautious by nature.
I've got a friend who's got what I call a very dangerous lifestyle.
He thinks it's exciting, but I think it's dangerous.
To me, "exciting" is when you start a new tea towel.
Love it, love it.
Ah! It's all been folded in the cupboard.
No? No? Just me.
But my friend has a very dangerous lifestyle.
He's quite open about his sexual exploits.
He said to me, "Have you ever had sex on a kitchen sink? "I've had sex on a kitchen sink.
" And I said, "No.
" I thought, "Am I a prude?" I don't think I am, but maybe I am.
So I said to me boyfriend, "Would, I mean, would you "Would you like to have sex on a kitchen sink?" I get the impression it's supposed to be a bit more in the moment, rather than just, "When you've done the dishes, get your arse on there.
" He said, "Why would I want to have sex on a kitchen sink? "That would be like eating your dinner out of a shoe.
" And my friend said, "Have you ever had sex on a plane?" He said, "I've had sex on a plane.
" And I said, "No.
" And he said, "That's dangerous.
That's exciting.
" I said, "Well, I suppose it is, "but I think having a massive shit "with a queue outside on a plane is more dangerous.
" And I've definitely done that.
And from the clapping, I can tell I'm not the only one.
We're all members of the Pile-High club.
What an absolutely glorious audience you are this evening.
Thank you so much for coming.
You've got an amazing night ahead of you.
It's time to introduce our first act.
He's a good friend.
I've gigged with him many times.
You're gonna absolutely love him.
Give him a warm welcome and welcome to the stage, Steve Hughes! Hello! London.
All right.
Excellent.
How are you? My name's Steve.
I'm from Australia, actually.
I used to play in heavy metal bands.
That's why I left Australia.
It doesn't like that stuff.
I never suited Australia.
It's a weird place.
My parents are British and it's strange being a white man in a black man's country in the middle of Asia.
And the culture's strange.
I never suited it, you know? It's all based around sport and racism.
And, er I wasn't very good at either of them.
I didn't know what to kick.
Recently, we had a brilliant time.
Recently, I just did a gig, a comedy gig at a heavy metal festival in Derbyshire, called Bloodstock.
I don't even know why they bothered getting comics to do the festival.
Like most things, they've become corporate.
They stuck a theme park, like rides, within the confines of the grounds, so that people would have something to do besides bands.
That made me think, "Why bother getting comedians?" I got to tell you, there is nothing funnier than a Goth on a dodgem.
Get it? And it got us out of London for the weekend because that was the time you were having your riots, running around.
Yeah.
It was funny.
Just listening to the reporting, that's what I found funny.
"Look at them! "Looting! "Bloody looters! "Running around, looting!" I'm going, "Yeah? Well, you know, ever been to the British Museum?" "Where'd you get that Sphinx from - Norwich?" "Is that your pyramid?" "Yeah, we found it in the Cotswolds!" "It was under a hedge.
Who'd have thought?" You wouldn't have a museum if you didn't go looting.
Come to the British Museum and look at our squirrel exhibit.
Put it in a Spitfire, make it look more interesting.
And help yourself to a Yorkshire pudding on the way out.
You know what I mean? The lies we're inflicted with.
The War On Terror is the ultimate one.
How can you have a war on terror? This doesn't even make sense.
When's this going to end? When they've got the terror? Relax.
It's all gone.
We're moving on to horror next.
And get those Goths out of the dodgems for starters.
This is insanity.
You can't have a war on terror.
"Having a war on terror, are you?" "That's right.
" "What does war create?" "Er terror.
" "Exactly!" "So you're having a war against the consequence "of the actions you're involved in.
" "Yeah.
" "But, er ours is good terror.
" "It's good, peace, freedom-loving terror.
You know?" "Kind of like terror-light.
You know?" "Sort of a diet terror.
" "Sort of, I Can't Believe It's Not Terror, you know?" We deal with that, and then next, what do we deal with, while this is all happening? "Oh, by the way, the planet's broken!" "It's all warmed up.
"And, er, yeah, we have to fix it.
" "Cos we've broken it.
" "And, er you know, we've done tests.
" "Who has?" "You know, experts.
" "Who are they?" "Oh, don't worry about it.
They're here.
" I don't even believe in it.
People freak out.
"You don't believe in it?!" "I don't believe in it.
" "You have to believe in it.
It's the law!" "Well, it's not yet.
I'm sure it will be.
But until then, no.
" Why should I believe in it? They're dropping depleted uranium all over the Earth, letting nuclear weapons off underneath the sea and what are we gonna do? Sit at home with a special light bulb and a shopping bag for life.
That's all you have to do.
And at the end of the day, while all this goes on, what else is happening? Well, the X Factor's on the news.
This is not normal.
It's a TV show.
Why is it on the news? It's not normal! When I grew up, The Price Is Right wasn't on the news.
No, this is not news.
This is rubbish.
And I'm here to tell you people, being English, the X Factor, what have you done? You should be ashamed of yourselves.
You started it.
You could stop it! I know all countries now have got stupid shows, but you especially.
America are too far gone, it doesn't matter about them.
But you, what are you up to? You can't have the X Factor.
You can't watch the X Factor.
This is England! You made Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Venom, Motorhead, Def Leppard, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Beatles, The Smiths, The Cure, The Damned, The Jam, The Police, The Sex Pistols, The Crush, Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush, Jarvis Cocker, David Bowie, Queen, Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Supertramp, Chemical Brothers and The Prodigy.
And if you're watching the X Factor after a resume like that, I'm just telling you, you are a bit of a bastard.
You've been glorious.
I hope you had an excellent time.
See you soon.
Cheers.
Give it up for Steve Hughes! You've been an awesome audience.
We've got one more act for you now.
I know you'll love him.
He's one of my favourite comedians.
Please give a warm welcome to Russell Kane! Hello.
How you doing? Give a wonderful round of applause for your host Sarah Millican.
I love you! Some of you are struggling to recognise me.
I couldn't look more different from last time.
So deep has the crisis in my life gone.
Look at the state of me! Look at me.
I've gone from My crisis is so bad, I've gone for a makeover and come out the other end looking like the aborted triplet of Jedward.
That's how serious it is.
"Get rid of it, Mother, it's not one of ours!" Single for the first time, ladies and gentlemen.
Single.
For the first time in my life.
Half the room understanding, the other half going, "How can you be single for the first time now?" Self-heckle, post-modern, relax.
Well, because like half the room, I'm a serial monogamist.
Pathetically going from one long-term relationship to the other without an appropriate break cos I can't watch a movie on my own, I can't have a meal on my own.
I need a partner at all times, never having a proper break.
The complete opposite to you annoying, emotionally-strong people.
Being single was exactly what I needed.
It was good for me.
I got hobbies, friends, I saw my family, and by the end, I was ready to love again.
Bleurgh! All right? Be weak, like normal people! Look at Kerry applauding that one.
One relationship to the other.
"I'll never recover! It's only been three months since Kerry.
" "Wait! You're showing me rudimentary kindness.
Let's move in together!" No break, no gap, just going from one It's a very different business, being a single guy.
I am straight.
I should just clarify that.
Some of the larger men in the room are going, "Well, he's one of them.
I can't laugh.
"He's definitely one of them.
" "So heterosexual, I'm a bit disabled from it, I can't move.
" "I'm so heterosexual, my bones are going for how much I want to smash his quiff!" I'm straight, unit in the front row.
This is heterosexual masculinity.
It's fine in London.
I like Liza Minnelli and a vag.
I like a bit of both.
Yeah.
Look at the Thank you, feminism.
This is what's come out the other end for men! And the lies.
At least women have the emotional literacy to moan about it.
"It's so horrible being objectified.
What if I wanna be single?" Men lie.
Listen to the PR we put out, "What you talking about? It's great being single.
" Thrusting while they talk.
"You do what you like, whenever you like, "with whichever girl, into whichever sock "cos you don't get out the house cos I still love her, Gary!" "I've been shitting in a carrier bag for a week, I'm so lonely!" That's the reality of being the single guy.
Where's the support network? If you and I were best mates, I can't turn up at your front door sobbing and be assured of reassurance.
Girls have a much better support network.
If I hit a full kitchen floor reset, I can't turn up at my best mate Scott I should define that term.
Because quite a young audience tonight, people at home.
A lot of people won't actually know what a "kitchen floor reset" is, so I'll explain.
Who's aged between 17 and 21? Give me a cheer? That's why.
Kerry and I know, we know what a kitchen floor reset is.
Some of you are going, "Mum, do you remember when you used to see me cry? "Not any more.
I'm moving out.
Here's my flat, here's my boyfriend.
" I'm an adult now I'm so grown up.
In the next five to ten years, you'll have your first kitchen floor reset.
That's where you end up back at your mum's house on the floor like that.
"I'm crying so much.
Why does it hurt so much, Mum? "I love him.
" You'll see your own string of snot like that Girls can turn up no problem, with a double Elizabeth Duke of snot at the door.
Even if it's a reason.
"It's been seven years, I'm not ready to hold hands.
" A good female friend.
When my life went tits up, Sarah was one of the people I called.
A good female friend is what you need.
Girls are much better.
"Don't worry about it, tonight's not about boys.
"We're gonna go clubbing.
If there's boys there, great, if not, who cares? "Stop thinking about boys.
We're gonna get drunk, "have a dance.
There's a boy, don't look at him! Tonight's about the girls.
"We'll go home, we'll make a pizza, put Bridget Jones on, "you'll take my knickers off, I'll take yours off, we'll start lezzing.
" I'm sorry! Lost it.
Guys don't get trained by our dads, us heterosexual, single men, right.
We don't get trained about how to cope if we're single.
We get drenched in misogynistic, testosterone images.
"You must shag at all times.
" What if you can't? What if you're emotionally incapable, if that makes sense? I am straight.
Sometimes I look at myself and go, "WTF, but totes am, so" "Random.
Why's he being so random? Say badger.
" "Badger.
" "Oh, my God, he's so ground-breaking!" Every girl, whether you were brought up by your mum, your nan or an aunt, you had a female figure that always sat you down and went, "Babe?" "I don't need the talk.
" "I want you to have fun tonight, "but if at any point you change your mind, you call me, "I will come out and get you in the Nissan Micra.
" "Mum!" "Get a taxi, I will pay for it.
"I'll be in the cupboard, checking you're safe.
" How many guys, especially if you're from my background white, working-class, shaven-headed, racist, Cockney dad.
My dad's got not one, not two, but three ripples of meat between head and neck, yeah.
An Essex triple-ripple.
"Want me to carry a breeze block? Stick it in my triple ripple.
" It's unthinkable that, if by some miracle, I'd pulled a girl when I was 16, my dad had sat me down and gone, "I do want you to have fun tonight, son, "but do not feel any pressure whatsoever to do anything sexual.
" "Even though your virginity shames me on a daily basis, right.
" "And down the pub, they call me Dave, the dad of the gayer.
" That's the only thing which trumps my dad's racism, is his virulent homophobia.
His fear that his eldest son might be gay.
That's made me more camp.
There were streams of thin men running up to my bedroom.
I was into Dungeons And Dragons until I was 21.
"I'm gonna be a wizard tonight!" He was like that downstairs, "They're up there bumming.
I know they're bumming.
" "Take it out of my son!" "What does expelliarmus mean?" Like you know the lowest moment? I don't know if any of the people here that have been single have gone through this, and it's not a male ailment.
I'm not saying this to be misogynistic.
I'm sure girls get it.
When your confidence goes so low, you can only be aroused by someone with low self-esteem.
What a pathetic moment in a man or woman's life, when the only person who can sexually arouse you has got no confidence whatsoever and they're broken.
You've got a funny walk, do you wanna go out for a Sloppy Giuseppe? If there are any single girls with low self-esteem in The Apollo, if you could just arrange yourself by the bins afterwards? "I've got no confidence since I've split up with my husband.
"I hate the way I look.
" "Get in the van! You'll do, get in!" I hope it's not too long before I'm here again.
Thank you very much.
I've been Russell Kane.
Good night! Give it up for Russell Kane! Thank you so much for coming out and joining us on Live At The Apollo.
You guys have been brilliant.
Please give a round of applause for tonight's acts.
Steve Hughes! Russell Kane.
And I've been Sarah Millican.
Thank you very much.
Good night!