Whatever you think about Malcolm Rifkind, you have to admit: he's bloody persuasive. In that way that people are when they've had an expensive private education which teaches them that they own the world. He talks not just with authority, but with a fury that you're even daring to waste his time with such trifling matters. You feel almost embarrassed for questioning him - until the camera cuts away, you snap out of the awe-induced trance, and remember: "Wait a minute: He's a greedy bastard!"

Because of all the arguments for letting MPs have second jobs, surely the most extraordinary one is the idea that it helps them to stay in touch with the real world. As if there are hundreds of MPs making a bit of extra drinking money as a plumber, or a nurse. I remember last year I had a blocked toilet, and I had to call Iain Duncan Smith to come and fix it. His rates were very reasonable, though I couldn't help but feel that there was an underfunded school somewhere that more urgently required his attention. There's lots of blocked toilets in schools nowadays, you see. I think it's something to do with austerity and cheap meat.

MPs talk as if second jobs somehow help their parliamentary work, because it keeps them grounded, and helps them to remember what it's like to be a normal person. From the way that politicians talk about their extra work you'd come away with the impression that they spent their weekends running a corner shop, or turning up on building sites to see if there's any bricklaying work going spare.

It's laughable. In reality, they have second jobs like sitting on the board of directors for a company, or making money from shares in private health companies, or taking money to lobby on behalf of some corporation who want sugar laws changed in another country. You know: JUST LIKE YOU AND ME.

Second jobs aren't necessarily a problem, but they are when the job actually stops MPs from looking after us. Did you know that a THIRD of MPs are also landlords? You thought it wasn't possible to hate landlords more than you already did? Imagine paying your rent to Chris Grayling. I apologise for the computer monitor you just broke with your fist.

And the salaries! Jack Straw got paid £60,000 a year for his lobbying. That's almost as much as he gets paid for being an MP. Well, I suppose it's unfair to ask the brightest and best to struggle along as an MP on only £67k a year. After all, it only puts them in the top 3% of the country's earners. How can you expect someone, anyone, to live on such a pittance? I mean, apart from pensioners. And people on minimum wage. And teachers. And most people who work in the NHS. And basically EVERYONE ELSE IN THE COUNTRY. But apart from them.

I'm being facetious. Of course, as Malcolm Rifkind said, it's "quite unrealistic" to expect MPs to accept a salary of just £67,000 a year. Though I imagine that all the free travel and subsidised food and wine must help to take the sting away a little.

Rifkind says that we need a high salary "if you’re trying to attract people of a business or a professional background to serve in the House of Commons". Well, I don't think we should aim to attract those kind of people. In my experience, those kind of people are generally cunts.

Think of this: there's 650 MPs. Would you rather they were all ex-estate agents, or ex-nurses? 650 Alan Sugars, or 650 teachers? I'd choose the teachers every time. Hell, at least they'd appreciate the reduction in hours by becoming an MP.

As it happens, I fully agree with David Cameron when he says MPs should have other jobs, to make sure they're in touch with the real world. But the main difference between me and Cameron (other than the fact that it's only Cameron who looks like if someone photoshopped a face onto a roast turkey) is that I think MPs should have these jobs BEFORE becoming MPs. As opposed to working for their whole life in politics, and then being surprised when they haven't got a fucking clue what it's like to be normal.

But I will concede: I do think it's wise for MPs to have a second job alongside their parliamentary work, so they can truly understand what life is like for normal people. That's why I think that MPs should be FORCED to take a second job. But not any old job. No no. The job has to come from this pre-determined list:

• Bin collector
• Stacking shelves in Poundland
• Working tills in Tesco
• Cleaning toilets
• Wiping bums in hospitals
• Working in Yates's in Nottingham on a Saturday night

Well, perhaps I shouldn't call them second "jobs" - because under my rules the work would be completely unpaid. Let's call it "work experience". I've heard some MPs argue that unpaid work makes the unemployed more recruitable because of the skills they learn. Quite right. That's why we should force MPs to work for free in the same way.

And if MPs disagree that it's a good way for them to learn how the real world works - well, maybe they'll think twice before making people without a job do those things for free.
The end of the year is traditionally a time for lists. This started in the year 1AD when the first list was made, "Top 10 List Of My Favourite AD Years". Sadly the list tripped at the first hurdle, on account of there being only one year of recorded history, but as time went on future lists were able to flourish, name-checking years such as 3AD, 7AD, Pi AD and x-1 AD.

As a stand-up comedian, I obviously get to see a lot of stand-up comedy. I'm not one of these modern comedians who closes their eyes during other people's sets. I'm a traditionalist. As such I've seen over 500 comedy shows this year. Stand-up, sketch, clowning, wizardry, hand-to-hand combat, improv, dogs, illegal - you name it, I've seen it.

But which gigs were the very best of the best in 2014? Here's my take. My full round-up of the most memorable, the most delightful, the most perfect gigs of the year. And of course, if you think I've missed any out then please, I'd love it if you'd let me know in the comments of this blog. (Comments are disabled for this blog.)


10) Chris Coltrane, Themed gig "Take My Mother-In-Law" (Upstairs at the Dog and Phone)
March 2014

Bit cheeky of me to choose one of my own gigs, but I really do think I was the best on the night. The club is the brainchild of Jean-Luke Róbërts, and involved comedians literally trying to get the audience to take their mother-in-laws away from them. The night was tinged with a tangible sadness, as many of the comedians had a great fondness of their matrimonial matriarch. Some of the comedians weren't even married, forcing compere Gene-Look Bobberts to improvise by auctioning off any woman in the audience over 40. Thankfully the audience accepted that desperate times call for desperate measures.

For my own set, I struggled to get anyone to take my mother in law, Dr Doris Anderson, a much loved and respected neuroscientist, but I was able to puncture the awkwardness by using her as a mic stand, to the intense delight of the Kentish Town audience. Watching the video back I can see that I had a very clear skill and confidence, which the audience could relate to on a deeply personal and erotic level. Easily in my top 10 shows of 2014.


9) Chris Coltrane, Bournemouth Nudist Beach (also streamed live online)
November 2014

It seemed like in 2014 you couldn't stop hearing about old men's balls, and this gig was no exception. In retrospect though, this was a terrible idea. November is no time to be standing naked on a beach which (the officers later informed me) is only nudist from March to September. Nevertheless, I have to respect Coltrane's (ie my) sheer bravery for facing the relentless coastal winds, which despite their bitter coldness had no discernible effect on his (my) penis, retaining both its girth and length and showing zero signs of shrinkage.

The gig was watched by over 25,000 members of the discerning Watch My Balls online community. One user, balls_watcher529, said "Coltrane really delivered his jokes with skill and flare, and was all the more impressive because it was outside on a beach, with only crabs and sand for an audience". Another user, luv2watch_testicles85, said "I could relate to his jokes on a deeply personal and erotic level". Objectively not the best setting for a gig, but for the downright audacity of it, this has to go into my top 10.


8) Chris Coltrane, private gig in someone's imagination
Octoberuray 2014

Earlier in the year I had the good fortune to do a gig in someone's daydream, a Mr Ryan Hibbets of Co. Durham. "I was just sat on the couch having a cheeky rest", said the 86 year old mother of three, "when Coltrane suddenly appeared in my #imagination and started performing a slice of his 2013 solo show, Bananas Are Literally The Only Fruit. He was so talented and skilful, but warm with it, in a way that allowed me to relate to his him on a deeply personal and erotic level." The one audience member played the gig back to me on his Dreamathon9000™, and it's fair to say that I was even better than he remembered. I fully plan to perform more gigs in people's imaginations in 2015. Please contact my agent to arrange dates and fees.


7) Chris Coltrane, solo show "Nothing but punchlines", Brighton Fringe
Mayvember 2014

Due to the fact that there was a mirror at the other side of the room, I got to see this one-man show every day. The concept was that my show would have absolutely no setups. 100% punchlines. "No-one laughs at the setup", said the blurb, "so let's cut to the chase. Maximum punchlines, maximum laughter." A memorable section for me included a seemingly ad-libbed section where Coltrane (I) turned to an audience member in the front row and said to them "The hat store! A penguin covered in paint! Why the lonely face? It's as easy as 1-2-tree!" The woman, who it seemed that Coltrane didn't know, but who I as the performer knew was my third wife Portcullis, laughed in a way that suggested that she could relate to the punchlines on a deeply personal and erotic level. It really was a magical moment, and easily goes not just into my top ten, but into my top five, most memorable gigs of 2014.


6) Chris Coltrane, The Rock & Soul Plaice ("Newbury's Best Fish n Chips")
Janu 2014

I had the pleasure of doing this gig alongside fellow comedians Stuart Loors and Elly Mortang. It's fair to say that no-one in the restaurant wanted this gig to happen. Not the audience, not the staff, and certainly not the manager, who told us to "get out of my grill, literally". He was equally unimpressed when we tried improvising in the deep-fat fryer, which caused some tears from the children in the audience due to boiling hot fat splashing into their childlike faces. However, despite all the odds we managed to win over the unlikely crowd, including the sceptical teens, who it was clear could relate to us on a deeply personal and erotic level. We had the opportunity to watch the CCTV footage down at the "pig station" (police station), and I must say I've never before seen such persistent crowd work. Without a doubt one of my top ten highlights of the year 2014.


5) Chris Coltrane, Private gig for ISIS
Febvember 2014

It seems like in 2014 you couldn't stop hearing about psychopaths, and this gig was no exception. These guys get a lot of slack in the press, but really they're just like you and me: they love their parents, they keep their shoes clean, they want to establish a caliphate across the Middle East, they want death for the west. So imagine my luck when I was booked to do a fundraiser for them upstairs at the Duke of Edinburgh pub in Kings Cross. Of course there were other acts on that night, like Thom Untucked, Edam Later and Bec Hell, but it was clear that the bloodthirsty lunatics in the crowd really only respected one man: Chris Coltrane (me). I was lucky enough to see this gig due to an out-of-body experience that happened exactly as I got on stage, and the thing that struck me was how damn relatable the jokes were, which ISIS clearly enjoyed on a deeply personal and erotic level. Of all the gigs that happened in the UK in 2014, this was one of the best.


4) Chris Coltrane, Upstairs at Violence McPunching, Edinburgh Fringe
March 2014

Many people say that the Edinburgh Fringe, like Christmas and Halloween, gets earlier and earlier every year. But I stand by my choice to do a gig twenty weeks before the Fringe officially opened. The tourists aren't there yet, plus you're able to cash in on early buzz.

The audience consisted of fifty large men who all had "murder" tattooed on their chins. I can't deny, I was impressed at how this plucky new comedian (me) was able to take an audience that were on the verge of full-scale murder, and tame them with observations about how the woman that does the voice on all self-service checkouts must find it hard to make friends, or how online dating sure does throw up a lot of oddballs! He (I) tamed the ferocious spirit of these bemuscled criminals, with punchlines they could connect with on a deeply personal and erotic level. Sure, the set was brilliant. Sure, he (I) was (am) handsome. But the thing that blew me (me) away was the sheer crowd-work. I for one look forward to seeing more of Chris Coltrane (me) in 2015.


3) Chris Coltrane, Chesterfield Donkey Sancturary
Aprary 2014

[My lawyer has informed me that I cannot discuss exactly what happened at this gig. Suffice it to say that the audience of donkeys related to my punchlines on a deeply personal level, and for me to say any more than that would go against the strict confidentiality agreement signed between myself and Donald Trants, owner of over 56 donkeys, and an upstanding member of his community]


2) Chris Coltrane, Mezannine floor at the King's Elbow, themed gig "Two hundred Acts for Two Hundred Pounds"
Narch 2014

It seems like in 2014 you couldn't stop hearing about mezzanines, and this gig was no exception. Always good value for money, when you consider that you're paying only £1 per act. This particular night saw me share a stage with 199 other comedians, including Stephanie Lounge, Will Seaweed, Nathaniel Metpolice, Barry Phones, Nat Learntsemaphore, Tiernan Douieb, Ali "The Price" Twice, Louise Omelette, Niche Kumar, James Roast, and pirate-themed musical group The Arrrrchers. It can often be hard to focus on 200 comedians all at the same time, but it was clear that the entire audience was focused on only one act. As it happens I didn't get to see my own set, but I did see the other 199 acts on stage, who were all garbage. Thus, by deduction, I was best. And to be the best out of 200 acts, including comedy heavyweights like Joseph Long and Throbbing Inch - well, it's clear that this simply had to go into the list of the very best gigs of 2014.


1) Chris Coltrane, O2 Arena
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Many people said that Chris Coltrane wouldn't be able to fill the O2 arena once, let alone for five nights in a row. And they were right. This was, by all measurements, a terrible miscalculation. However, the one person who came on the Wednesday had the energy of almost five audience members, and when he removed all his clothing and openly masturbated in the upper circle, seat B6, it became clear that he could relate to my punchlines on a deeply personal and erotic level. He was able to relieve himself to full orgasm twice before the security were able to whisk him away, being as they were over 2,500 seats away from the man. Of course I saw the whole thing from the huge widescreens at either side of the stadium, and it was clear from the 100% audience satisfaction rate that this was, objectively, the best gig of 2014.


OTHER NOTABLE GIGS:
Chris Coltrane, George Osborne's Garden, 3am (uninvited)
Chris Coltrane, PC World
Chris Coltrane, Andover Comedy Club (fictional)
Chris Coltrane, Reading Festival, behind a kebab van
Chris Coltrane, St Thomas Maternity Ward, London (tagline "You'll scream - with laughter!")
Chris Coltrane, Downstairs at the Prince's Face, themed gig "New material guys, new material", March 2014
Chris Coltrane, solo show "Vaping With My Uncle: A Life of Vaping With My Racist Uncle"
Chris Coltrane, solo show "Where Does Beef Come From? A Science Show For Unhinged Children"
Chris Coltrane, bottom of the Atlantic Ocean (fundraiser for ships, with Elf Lying, Nadia Camal, Feel Man, Adam Hassavocado and Luke Bensonandhedges)

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You are angry about the wrong things.

A few years back I was working with a guy who saw a poster for a charity raising money to fight poverty in Africa. It showed a malnourished, wide-eyed child in tattered clothes standing barefoot on barren land, desperately looking up at us for our help.

The advert explained the child’s unceasing hunger, and asked for a donation. With your money, we can feed this child. My colleague read the advert’s long prose, which detailed the agonising impoverishment that real human beings are suffering right now. He looked up from the advert, and said “God, that’s awful. I mean, it’s just... it’s just PACKED full of grammar mistakes.”

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This is a blog post that people can link to when 140 characters isn’t quite enough to explain to someone that they’re getting angry at the wrong thing, and that their lack of perspective, their jaw-dropping failure to grasp the point, might actually mean that they’re not a very nice person.

Yes, that advert was full of grammar mistakes. Factually speaking, he wasn’t wrong. But if you can read some text about people in pain, if you can hear that there are other human beings in the world whose suffering is completely unnecessary and avoidable, if you learn that you could potentially help to end that pain - and yet the thing that makes you furious isn’t the sheer injustice of it all, or the fact that their government isn’t held to account, or that the world isn’t acting together to fix this entirely solvable problem - but instead, the thing that makes you angry is some grammar problems - then there’s a fairly big chance that you’re a dickhead.

Certain wrongs take priority over other wrongs. And yes, it’s possible to be angry about both things. But the whole ‘human suffering’ thing is so vastly more important than getting the grammar correct in an ad, that I’m not even sure you could express the importance in numbers. Fighting poverty is infinity-plus-one-ly more important than getting the grammar right. Unless the charity has phoned you up and said “Can you please proof-read this copy for us,” you can probably just chill out about the bad grammar, and not even mention it. Save your fury for the ACTUAL HUMAN BEINGS WHO ARE SUFFERING IN REAL LIFE.

You’d think this was obvious, really. And yet so many people fail to see this. Mainly men. “Aah, but not ALL men”, you say, aghast that those pesky feminists just don’t understand that we can’t have equality until they stop complaining about men. “As if all men were the same. Some of us are nice!”

If you hear a woman talking about harassment and sexual violence, and complaining about the actions of men, and your first instinct is to correct them on their use of ‘men’, then you’ve missed the point so hard that you’re in Japan and the point is in Spain.

Because yes, technically you may be correct. Maybe it’s true that not literally every man acts in a certain way. But that isn’t the thing that should be making you mad. The thing that should be making you mad is that every woman HAS experienced harassment. One in four women HAVE experienced sexual violence. That stuff is real, and it’s happening every day. If that isn’t the thing here that’s boiling your piss, you need to check yourself.

Don’t get me wrong, I see what you’re doing. You want to set yourself apart from the other men. You’re not a harasser. You don’t treat women badly. You’re a nice guy. Why would you want to be lumped in with those other douchebags? Well, if you don’t want to be one of them, don’t spend your time correcting women on the internet for not complaining in the right way. Spend your time fighting the misogyny that’s woven into the fabric of society. Spend your time calling out your male friends who act like pricks. Call out your friends who make rape jokes, lobby your government when they make cuts to women’s services, write to companies who use misogyny in adverts to tell them you’ll be boycotting them.

And more than anything else, get your priorities right. Some fights can wait. Yes yes, not all men. But instead of pointing that out, instead of spending your time making sure that everyone understands that you’re not one of the bad guys, maybe it’s more important to join the fight to change it from ‘not all men’ to ‘no men at all’. And if your immediate response to that sentence is “well, you’ll never stop all men from...” - then go back to the start of this blog post and read it again, because you still have a lesson to learn.

And it’s a lesson that you can apply in plenty of other situations, thanks to the world’s generous propensity to injustice. Sure, not all cops are corrupt. But so many are that I wouldn’t begrudge someone saying that cops are corrupt. Sure, not all bankers and politicians are greedy. But enough of them seem to be that it’s hardly a controversial shorthand. When a large number of people within a privileged and powerful group are abusing that power, don’t get worked up by the shorthand. Get passionate about fixing the corruption.

Are you pissed at the fact that we lose £1bn to benefit cheats? Well, maybe it’s worth being 70 times more angry about the fact that we lose £70bn a year to tax avoidance.

Are you livid that David Cameron wouldn’t wear a t-shirt saying This Is What A Feminist Looks Like? Well, that sure is serious. But perhaps not as serious as the fact that his party actively promotes policies that harm women, and that the UK just dropped out of the top 20 countries for gender equality.

Are you furious at the fact that Utopia was cancelled? ...yeah okay, I’ll give you that one.

Chances are you’re reading this because you are a good person. But good people don’t get judged on what they say. They get judged on their actions. So next time, instead of sweating the small stuff, maybe just take a step back. Listen, understand - and then, join the fight.

And if you see a grammar mistake in this blog... definitely let me know about it. I’m a real stickler for that kind of thing.
Pro-democracy activists in Hong Kong are currently clashing with anti-democracy activists from Beijing. I always find it odd how someone could be anti-democracy. “Don’t be stupid, of COURSE I don’t want the right to be able to decide how my country is run. That’s a terrible system. I can’t be trusted. Give me the keys and I’ll just give everyone the day off and make all the beer free. No democracy for me, thanks. Instead, I want my mate Steve to run the country. And more than that, I want him to whip me and disappear all my family if I disobey him. It’s the only way to make China great again.”

I think similar thoughts when I hear about humans saying that human rights have ruined our country. How many Daily Mail readers do you suppose have actually read the European Convention on Human Rights? I wouldn’t blame anyone for choosing a Buzzfeed article over it - it’s as dry as sucking a Martini out of sandpaper. But you’d think that if you were passionately opposed to a law, you might at least give it a glance.

Because in truth, it’s difficult to know exactly what one would object to in it. The ECHR covers things like freedom from torture, the freedom to marry who you like, the freedom to believe what you like. These are good freedoms. I think that your average Daily Mail reader is mainly afraid of pretend human rights, such as the right of a paedophile to get a council house, or for a foreigner to take £50,000,000 out of a granny's pension so they can buy a jet ski.

The government isn’t quite as extreme as the readers of the Mail. They don’t want to scrap it - indeed, they like most of it. They just want to change the bits that get in the way of them abusing people’s human rights.

The full government proposal is here. It’s eight pages long. If you’ve not got time to read it, it basically says “Human rights are good, and we want to keep them, except for people who we don’t think should have them.”

Plenty of supposed injustices are blamed on human rights protecting the criminal instead of the victims. But in almost every case, there’s more to it than that. I’m not a particular fan of Abu Qatada. But ultimately he was tortured - and the fact that we didn’t deport him to a country where evidence obtained under torture would be used against him? That makes us the better people. It isn’t an easy thing to do, but it’s exactly the fact that it’s hard that makes us look good. "No-one thinks you're cool for getting the fastest Mario Kart time on 50cc Mushroom Cup", as my granddad never said. "You need to do 150cc Special Cup to earn true respect."

Yes, human rights can be spun to look unfair and unjust. But ultimately, human rights enshrine in law the fact that we are better than dictators.

It could be argued that Cameron scrapping the Human Rights Act amounts to eradicating the safety and security of everyone in the country, just so they can have their way in a handful of atypical cases. It’s a bit like poisoning all the food in the world, just so you can be sure you’ll kill off ISIS.

But here’s the thing about human rights: everyone gets them. They’re automatic and unconditional. For example, we have a right to be free from torture. But that doesn’t mean that if you torture someone, you’re fair game for torture yourself. (Unless you’re David Miliband, in which case torture is fine as long as it happens overseas).

It shouldn’t need to be stated so explicitly that this is what makes us civilised. In fact, I feel like we’re living in a time when we’ve forgotten so much of the obvious. It’s like there are features of society that are so basic that we feel like they don’t need to be said - and perhaps because we don’t often repeat them, they fall away from our collective memory. Here’s a few off of the top of my head:

- A civilised society has a civilised justice system
- The banks caused the financial crisis, not unemployed and disabled people
- When we make people pay their fair share of tax, we can afford public services
- When people have meaningful, well-paid jobs, they are happy and more productive
- When things are run through common ownership, they are cheaper and work in everyone’s interest
- When we constantly consume and buy the latest gadgets, we speed up climate change

Maybe we need to start drilling these things into kids from an early age, because I genuinely do feel like people look at me as if I’m a lunatic when I express these opinions. A friend asked me if I was going to upgrade to the newest iPhone, and I said no because I’m worried about the fact that we’re running out of the precious metals involved. For the look they gave me, I might as well have said that I want to marry a tree.

And yes yes, we have responsibilities. We have a responsibility not to oppress anyone, we have a responsibility not to harm anyone. But the difference between a right and a privilege is that a right is unconditional. I have a responsibility not to torture anyone. And I don’t want to show off, but when I was a prefect in 6th form, my teacher said I was one of the most responsible prefects she’d ever seen. In retrospect, I think this was because I barely tortured anyone.

But if you do torture someone, you don’t lose the right to not be tortured. This is the difference between civilised society, and mob rule.

Fundamentally it comes down to a difference between left- and right-wing. The Guardian tells of one story that came to the ECHR, "Hamalainen v Finland, the case of a male-to-female transsexual unhappy that because same-sex marriage is forbidden in her country, her new gender could not be fully officially recognised unless she divorced or turned her religious marriage into a civil partnership."

My starting point in my politics is to care for people, and in this story I see a human being in a desperate situation, being denied the right to express her love and her identity by a government that hasn’t caught up with the process we’re making in societal equality. A human being that needs our help. This seems so obvious to me that it almost feels silly to say it so explicitly, like explaining at length why one plus two equals three.

The Daily Mail and its readership, on the other hand, frequently see trans people as sub-human, unreal, not normal, a nuisance, a waste of time. And that point is absolutely key. Opponents of human rights see other humans as sub-human. Barely even people at all. Because what are human rights, if not a framework in which to remind ourselves that humanity is important, that civilisation and compassion have to go hand-in-hand. And how on earth can you expect someone to feel compassion for another person, if they can’t even see them as human?

The same is true of asylum seekers. I see asylum seekers as people. I know, I know, it’s a controversial position to take, the idea that a human who has escaped torture or a war or a dictatorship might in some way be deserving of kindness and care. And of course, the Daily Mail absolutely does not see asylum seekers as human. It sees them as cattle, as vermin that need to be disposed of. It goes out of its way to dehumanise them. And there’s the crux of the issue. If you see humans as humans, you will want to protect their rights no matter what. If you don’t see humans as humans, then this attempt to uphold a civilised society is nothing more than barmy leftys taking their political correctness to new extremes.

Voting for prisoners. Where the right-wing would see it as foul that criminals could have a say in how our country is run, I say that treating criminals like humans is one of the key steps to rehabilitation. Besides, what do we think is the worst thing that will happen if criminals can vote? Is someone going to suddenly create The Murderers Party, lobbying on a platform of legalising all crime? They’re only going to vote for the same bunch of existing criminals as the rest of us already vote for.

(And quite frankly, I see a prisoner being able to vote as far less abhorrent than a politician selling a property for a million pounds, when the taxpayer helped him to buy it.)

I think part of the solution to all of this is that we need to make Britain a country known for kindness. I want to live in a country which is famous around the world for being happy, clever, cool, and more than anything, nice. In the short term, we need to fight for human rights. In the long term, we need to remind Britain what it means to feel compassion for other human beings. And it seems to me there’s a very easy way to get the ball rolling on this - we need to get people to stop buying the Daily Mail.
It’s been noted that younger people generally voted Yes in the Scottish referendum, and only voted No as the younger people became, for example, older.



As you can see, teenagers overwhelmingly voted Yes, a trend that continues into the middle-aged range, and only crosses over into No when the voters reach 55 and over. Having said that, there’s one small exception to this trend - the 18-24 age range.

Bloody precocious young bastards, always rebelling and causing problems for honest, well-meaning statisticians. Why can’t they just behave within predicted mathematical boundaries for a change?

What caused the 18-to-24s to go against the trend? Maybe English youngsters at Scottish universities are skewing the stats. Perhaps a lot of left-leaning people in that age bracket are off travelling, so aren’t in the country to vote. Or perhaps (this is the most likely explanation) everyone in Scotland in their early 20s is high on so many drugs that they didn’t really understand the question, and were too busy injecting marijuana into their eyeballs, LIKE ALL YOUNG PEOPLE DO, to even comprehend the fact that they were being polled.

But this blog isn’t about the blip. It’s about the swing to No as the voters get older.

Scotland has a lot of older people, so it makes sense that a No majority among the 55-and-aboves would have the power to decided it. They were worried about their pensions, and they voted sensibly. Of course, for anyone my age and below, the idea of having the security of a pension is an absurd fantasy, an ambition as outlandish and fanciful as owning your own unicorn, or owning your own house. So why not vote Yes? It’s less of a gamble, because you can’t lose something you didn’t have to begin with.

This leaves us with a situation in which a swing from the older generation can decide the course of a country’s policy. Does that seem fair to you? I’m not entirely convinced. After all, younger people will have to live with the consequences of that vote for much longer. Is it reasonable that someone who may only be alive for two more weeks has exactly as much say over such a permanent policy as someone who will be alive for perhaps ninety years or more? No right-minded person could describe this system as honest and just.

If we don’t act quickly, we may alienate this new generation we’ve just introduced to the democratic process. We may lose their youthful optimism and energy - an energy desperately needed to sustain the out-of-warranty life support system that British democracy currently depends on.

I may have a solution.

We’re all agreed that younger people should have a greater say than older people. Younger people have to live with the result of a decision for much longer, after all. This much is clear, and we don’t need to debate it further, because we all definitely agree on it.

Our problem is that in a one-person-one-vote system, this isn’t possible. But it’s in our power to change this.

If we were a civil and thoughtful society, we would immediately give younger people more votes than adults. Yes, more votes. We should give every 16-year-old a hundred votes. And for every year they get older, they have one vote taken away. A 26-year-old gets 90 votes, a 30-year-old has 86 votes, and so on.

This way, the voices of the young are amplified. Those people who’ll suffer the repercussions of an election have far more say. The wide-eyed hopefulness of the nation’s children (and after all, the children ARE our future) will shine through in government policy, bringing new drive, spirit and joy to politics, and to people’s lives. And on a practical level, younger people will be strong enough to fill in a hundred ballot papers, whereas someone older might get worn out after about thirty.

When you’re 115 years old, you will have only one vote left. Does that mean that someone who has reached the impressive age of 116 has their vote taken away? No. Only a monster would rob someone of their final vote. A monster like William Hague perhaps, or Iain Duncan Smith.

Surely a far more rewarding reward is to reward them with the reward of ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN votes. This gesture honours (or rewards, if you will) their wisdom and life experience, and is a far better present than a useless telegram from the Queen. Let’s be real: what kind of teenager even knows what a telegram is? You could probably give a #teen today a sheet of paper with TELLER GRAMM written on it in crayon at the top, and they’d be none the wiser. What do you even do with a telegram? Frame it? Burn it? Fuck it? No no, we can’t have our head of state sending messages to the elderly all day. She’s got far better things to do, like scowling at children, or scowling at foreigners, or scowling at Prince Philip.

Scrap the telegrams, and give one-hundred-and-sixteen votes to every 116 year old. If you disagree, you need to ask yourself why you hate old people, and why you would deny a 116-year-old the vote. Like William Hague wants.

It is my sincere, and true, and true, and definitely true belief that this system of age-based proportional representation is the only arrangement that can rightly be called democratic. Any other voting framework on the planet is simply inferior, corrupt, and unfair.

I implore you, write to your MP, and tell them that the Coltrane System is the only way to save democracy. And if they reply and say you’re a lunatic - well, they’re clearly an enemy of democracy and freedom, and no better than terrorists.
"Councils use controversial lie detector tests to catch benefit fraudsters". Another day, another piece of bullshit.

The key thing to understand here - and it's surprising how many people don't know this - is that there's no evidence that lie detectors can reliably prove that someone is lying! So it seems that the word "controversial" has an new exciting definition of "not proven to work".

I imagine there'll be further controversial headlines in the coming weeks, such as "George Osborne predicts growth in the economy using controversial system of astrology", or "Courts to gain evidence direct from victims in murder trials, thanks to the implementation of controversial ouija boards". Or "Health Secretary believes in controversial homeopathic medicine." …oh wait, that one's actually true. Man, writing political comedy is hard nowadays.

Apparently the lie detectors work by "listening in on calls and identifying signs of stress". Which will obviously be accurate, because people worrying about benefits and tax are never stressed, are they. Least of all when having to phone up the Department for Work and Pensions, who by all accounts are an absolute dream to talk with.

The system is used specifically "to check whether people are honestly claiming the single person council tax discount". Which is a very specific use for a lie detector, especially when we lose tens of billions of pounds a year to tax avoiders. If you were going to insist on lie detectors, you'd think you'd want to focus on the big hitters.

"Now, just answer truthfully. Is your chain of UK high-street clothes shops based in the the UK, or are they actually based in the Cayman Islands?"
"…………………..the second one?"
*buzzer goes wild, machine explodes*

According to the article, Southwark council "said it did not record how effective the scheme had been, but it did say that its real value was in making the public aware that it would crack down on benefit cheats."

Which is a real fuck-you to every single council tax payer in Southwark, where apparently the council has so little respect for people's money that they don't even bother checking if the things they spend it on are actually having an effect.

"Look, we don't keep records on how successful these ghost-catchers are. What I can say is that since we've started hiring them, my office feels far less haunted. Plus the kids like dancing around them and hiding under their capes, and in addition, any ghosts we DO catch will be sent back home immediately to the spirit realm where they come from, instead of living for free off of the state."

Obviously the technology is provided by Capita, the famously hopeless outsourcing company, who claim that the lie detectors are a "useful additional tool in the validation process". Which is a weird thing to say about a pseudo-scientific piece of garbage that has never been proven to work.

It wouldn't surprise me if Capita went on to win the contract to fix London's leaking water pipes, and claimed "When searching for leaking water pipes, these dousing rods really are a useful additional tool in the validation process."

Maybe their ignorance of science could even stretch to medicine, so if they win a contract to look after a burns unit on the NHS, they'll claim "When treating burns, rubbing KFC's unique blend of seven herbs and spices into the skin can be a useful additional tool in the healing process."

Most people would file lie detectors under "irrational decisions", considering that LIE DETECTORS DON'T FUCKING WORK. But actually, it's not at all surprising that they would be used by a government who ignores evidence-based decision making whenever it clashes with their ideology.

Workfare proven to not get people back into work? Better keep on going with it, then. Privatising the NHS makes things more expensive? Better privatise it, then. Not enough spare one-bedroom houses for single people to live in? Better punish people who live in a two-bedroom house, then.

So actually, the fact that the government wants to use lie detectors isn't controversial at all. Because when you realise that their main aim is to shrink the state, to cut tax bills and to make themselves personally richer, regardless of the evidence, then actually, using lie detectors is completely rational.

Which is kind of ironic, when you think about it.
Sometimes, the Tories makes mistakes when they decide to take away people's benefits. They're only human, after all. Well, apart from Michael Gove. And Iain Duncan Smith, who I believe is a robot with a turnip for a head. And also, all the rest of them also aren't human. But apart from literally all of them, they're only human.

When the government makes mistakes, people can appeal to have the mistake corrected, and their benefits re-instated. It's a concept you'll be familiar with, called "justice". Well, David Cameron thinks justice is bullshit. Get a load of this: the government is considering CHARGING people on benefits who want to appeal against the decision have their benefits withdrawn.

Of course they fucking are. This is exactly the kind of pioneering, blue-sky thinking we've come to expect from the team that launched the idea of "working for no money" as a solution to unemployment.

And I expect there's even more juicy morsels in the pipeline too, like "force people to pay their boss for the privilege of an honest day's work", and "stop kids lounging around in the library reading books, and put them to work in the slaughterhouses".

Perhaps by the end of next year we'll even hear about plans to "send the unemployed to the Moon to look for work". After all, our grandparents got on their bikes to look for work. Why shouldn't we be expected to get in our spaceships and hunt for a job around the galaxy? If there's a new zero-hours part-time job in a Burger King in Sector 9, you should get off your arse and fly there at the speed of light. Like the Iain Duncan Smith would. Admittedly, he has an advantage because he's a cyborg, but that's not the point.

The story gets even more astonishing: it turns out that 58% of appeals are successful. 58%!! In other words, the government actually gets it wrong more often than they get it right. Which means that essentially, the government plans to charge innocent people for its own mistakes!

I like the idea of expanding this brave new idea into other areas. Next time you do a supermarket shop online, and they bring you the wrong kind of apples, perhaps they could charge you for their mistake by taking away all the food in your house.

Or maybe if you go in for heart surgery and they remove a leg by mistake, the doctors could demand that you give them your other leg as payment for their mistake, because after all, what use is just one leg to them? They need the full set - collectors would demand it.

Perhaps when banks mis-sell PPI or charge us incorrectly, they could apologise by charging us again. And if ever the police lose the paper work on an important case, it seems only fair that we citizens be punished by having the police take away our house and family. Otherwise, how can we honestly say that justice has been done?

It does seem quite extraordinary that people who are already vulnerable, poor and confused could be sent into even further despair. And as always, the excuse given is that it's a way of raising money. And that is literally true, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea. Putting the NHS on eBay would raise money, but it doesn't mean we should do it. Especially when there are so many things we genuinely could sell. How much would America pay for the Queen? I reckon we could fund the entire NHS for a year with that profit.

It's no wonder that so many mistakes happen when we also learnt that Job Centre employees are actually rewarded and incentivised for cutting people's benefits. In what must be the saddest commission-based motivation in history, Political Scrapbook have received evidence of job centres that have a ‘scoreboard’ where they record the number of sanctions the staff have made using "shiny gold stars".

Which is really all that anyone wants in life, isn't it. A beautiful shiny gold star to call your very own. I assume that all the staff there think it's made of actual gold, and that they're using them as a substitute for a pension. Or maybe the Job Centre is actually just staffed by magpies. Please let it be the magpie one. Because the idea of actual human beings making someone go hungry just so they get something shiny next to their name on a wall... well, the thought leaves you rather empty, doesn't it?

I wonder if we could solve all the problems at the Job Centre just by giving all the staff a pack of gold stars each. I mean, they only cost like £2 from Ryman's. Can't we just have a whip-round?

In fact, this is a marvellous idea for a KickStarter. Let's get people on the internet to pledge £1 each. We'll launch a viral, celebrity-driven, highly re-tweetable campaign to raise awareness. And when we've raised the dizzying heights of, oh I don't know, £16, I'll pop down the shop and buy every staff member their very own pack of gold stars each. That way, they'll be able to stop destroying people's lives, and instead swim, literally swim, in all the gold stars they could ever dream of. It's a win-win.

We found out about the government's plans to charge people to appeal thanks to a leak. And I must confess, I do wonder how things like this get leaked. I used to just assume it was a disgruntled civil servant that wanted to expose the truth. But then I read a story about how the Tories control the news narrative. You know those public spats between David Cameron and Boris Johnson? Turns out they're all stage-managed public relations exercises. False, the lot of it.

It's the sort of thing that utterly alienates people from politics. There's no sincerity any more. It's all theatre, it's all fake.

And the consequence is that now, whenever I hear a story has been leaked, I don't trust it. Because why was it leaked? It must have been deliberate. Perhaps to distract us from something else. Perhaps the fact that it was too extreme is exactly the reason it was leaked, so that Cameron can come out and say "Of course we won't be charging people to appeal. But we do need to look at these legal costs, and that's why we need to cut 30% from yada yada yada".

So now, I don't trust any of it. I don't want to be so cynical as to think that every news story is planted, that it has an agenda beyond the obvious - but when you see how these creeps work, it's hard to think anything else.

The one silver lining to all this is that I think I can learn from these dark arts. If ever I get into power, I'm going to use this tactic in the opposite direction. I'll leak a story of my government's extremist plans to bundle the royal family into a cannon and fire them into the sun. And then when people get outraged, I can say "Don't be silly; of course we don't plan to shoot the Royal Family into space!

"But we do need to deal with the fact that this one family has been leeching off the state for centuries; this family that has over three generations out of work; this family that constantly has children at the tax payer's expense. And that is why we propose simply to get the entire family working full time - in Morrison's. To finally give back to the community from which they have so greedily taken."

On its own, it would seem like a silly idea. But compared to shooting them into the centre of the sun, it seems entirely reasonable. Thank you, Cameron. You have taught me the art of spin. For this, and this alone, I will always be grateful.
Ever wanted to be a coke chef? No, I’m not talking about Breaking Bad – I’m talking about SodaStream. The machine that gives you, yes *YOU*, the opportunity to make a kind of awkward futuristic home-made cola that tastes not so much of cola, but of sugar and sadness. This experience can be yours! All you have to do is pay far, far more money than it would cost to buy cola in cans.

Expensive AND unpleasant. What's not to like?

Everyone aged 25 to 35 has vague memories of SodaStream. No-one ever owned one themselves. They were always something the weird kid in school had, and everyone used to avoid going round their house because their mum would always force it on them just for the sake of using the damn stuff up. Er, I imagine.

I've always assumed that SodaStream was a thing of the past, like Bullseye, or polio. And besides, I'm not an ape, a base animal that makes his own cola and eats his own excrement. I'm stylish and refined. As a busy man-about-town, I haven't the time to make my own fizz-oh-pop, and I'm actively happy to pay a 5p premium on having it made for me, canned, and chilled for my convenience.

But today, I learned that I was wrong. SodaStream is not only back - it's gone political.

"Scarlett Johansson has chosen to end her collaboration with Oxfam International in favour of honouring her contract with SodaStream: an Israeli company that operates in the West Bank".

She gave up doing humanitarian work with Oxfam... to do an advert for SodaStream? Wow. WOW. I mean, there's selling out, and then there's selling out.

This just goes to show that there really is no money left in the arts. Nowadays, adverts are the only way that creative people like me and Scarlett Johansson (we are the same) can make ends meet. Work is harder to come by, and paid work is rarer still. Any struggling performer like Scarlett Johansson will tell you that.

And she deserves some money for a change. For years she's acted in movies on the Free Fringe model, standing with a bucket outside of the cinema asking people to pay what they think the movie is worth. I remember in 2012, flyering on the Royal Mile at the Edinburgh Festival with Scarlett Johansson, as she was desperately trying to get an audience in to watch The Avengers. She barely had enough money for lunch, but she kept on working, such was her commitment to her art.

So who would begrudge her the opportunity to actually earn some cash. I mean, it's not as if we live in a world where she gets paid £6,000,000 per film.

It seems to me that there can only be one of two reasons that she’s done this. Either Scarlett Johansson is genuinely so desperate for money that this is what she’s resorted to – which begs the question, how on earth can SodaStream afford her? Seriously, who is buying it. Are you buying it? I’m not buying it. I see it on the shelf there in Sainsbury’s, but the only thing I ever think when I see it is "Isn’t it weird how you never see anyone ever buying it?”.

Or the other alternative is that she genuinely loves the taste of SodaStream, and that she loves it more than she cares about ending world poverty. Well, it takes all sorts I suppose. In fact, maybe it’s just been Scarlett Johansson buying it this whole time. She’s been using her vast SodaStream wealth to sustain her 5-litres-a-day habit, and now finally she’s found a way to get the junk for free.

To be charitable, there is a third option: maybe she quit Oxfam to work for SodaStream because she believes that SodaStream is actually the answer to world poverty. So many sugary calories, concentrated into such a small space. It’s almost too perfect a solution, isn’t it? I mean, sure, it won’t work so well in places suffering from drought. Or places where privatised water has led to water becoming a luxury item. But maybe those people could just drink it like a shot of hard liquor. Anyway, the point is, she’s been wasting her time with Oxfam. Oxfam is for amateurs. If you truly want to make a lasting difference to the plight of the world’s 3 billion poorest people, there’s only one corporation to join.

I’d like to think that the paragraph above was a joke. Except that at the bottom of the article, we find a quote from Scarlett Johansson that might be my favourite thing this year. She genuinely said this in her statement to the press: "SodaStream is not only committed to the environment but to building a bridge to peace between Israel and Palestine, supporting neighbours working alongside each other, receiving equal pay, equal benefits and equal rights."

Oh really? SodaStream is committed to that, are they? SodaStream. That’s what fucking SodaStream is committed to. SodaStream's main priority is peace in Israel and Palestine, is it? It's a good job that Scarlett Johansson is here to tell us that, because if you'd have asked me, I would have naively guessed that SodaStream's main priority is to sell concentrated sugary syrups to gullible kids who haven't yet learned the true meaning of disappointment. But no, apparently their main priority is peace in the Middle East.

She has also said that she "never intended on being the face of any social or political movement, distinction, separation or stance". So I suppose she was just an ambassador of Oxfam since 2007 by accident.

Quitting Oxfam to go to SodaStream an extraordinary leap for anyone to make, but especially for someone who is so fantastically wealthy that they shouldn’t have to do a single advert in their life. Every single penny being earned from these adverts is pure greed.

But it has inspired me to give up my job as a doctor. Instead, today I am happy to announce that I am going to work for British Aerospace, the weapons and bombs manufacturer. As a doctor, I tried to fix people by curing their diseases. Whereas now I realise that the best way to eradicate disease is to kill the people who are selfishly hosting the disease in the first place. Thank you, British Aerospace. And thank you Scarlett Johansson. Together, you and I will surely make the world A Better - And Sweeter - Place To Be™.

Lolitics: The rules of the live gig.

EDIT 14/02/2014: I've had a couple of emails from comedy clubs around the world asking if they can use these rules, after hosting nights where it all turned a bit nasty. Please do! It's awfully flattering that people like the sound of them enough to apply them to their own gig. And running a gig by "Lolitics rules" has quite a nice ring to it, don't you think

As far as I'm concerned, the rules are open-source. If you get a chance to credit me and the club then that's lovely and I'd be ever-so-grateful to you for it, but it's not a big deal if you don't. What matters is that we're making safe spaces for people to enjoy comedy, wouldn't you say?


I run a political comedy club in Camden, called Lolitics. It's super-friendly, and proudly lefty. The emphasis is on kindness, on protests and activism, on being positive and inspiring and changing the world for the better. It's also a new material night, so we try jokes for the first time, read from notes and muck about. Success is very much optional.

You may know that there are some rules to the gig. For the audience: no heckling. For the acts: no rape jokes, no racism/sexism/homophobia/transphobia/disablism/etc, and no picking on the audience. It's essentially a kind of enforced niceness, with the aim of creating a safe space for the acts to try new jokes, and for the audience to relax and not feel like they're going to be picked on.

There are people who are put off of going to live comedy, for fear of nastiness and bullying. Of course, not all comedy clubs are like that. In fact, I'd say very few clubs are like that. But enough of them exist to put people off going at all. This makes me very sad indeed, and I want to do something about that, by letting people know that my gig is a safe space, a place you can come to if you want to learn about the alternative. With that in mind, I thought it'd be cool to share the rules with you, which I recently wrote up to make them a bit more formal.

If you like what you see, why not come down? The gig is upstairs at the Black Heart pub in Camden, on the 3rd Tuesday of most months, except sometimes it's on Monday, and also we take July and August off. Follow me on Twitter or Facebook and I'll give you the dates.

It's £3 to get in, and the line-ups are always good. Regular acts include Mark Thomas, Rob Newman, Josie Long, Bridget Christie, Andy Zaltzman, and a whole load more. We have games and jokes and competitions, and afterwards we all go to Parliament and have a revolution.

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LOLITICS: THE RULES.

Three rules about what you can't do:

1) No rape jokes. People have different definitions of what a rape joke is, so to save time, let me clarify what I'm trying to achieve: I’m trying to create a safe space for people who may have been the victim of some kind of assault, and who find jokes and conversations about rape, and even the word rape itself, triggering. So when I say “no rape jokes” I definitely mean jokes where rape is used as a punchline, but I also mean it more broadly, meaning jokes that involve the word rape. Don’t use rape as an analogy, don’t use the word lightly.
Does that mean you shouldn't mention the word rape at all? Not necessarily, but possibly. For example, you could talk about how rape crisis centres are being closed down, in a set on how the government treats women. That sort of stuff is really important to talk about. But be sensitive, be kind, be thoughtful with it. Keep the "safe space" philosophy at the front of your mind. If you're unsure, leave it. There are other things to talk about instead, I’m sure.

2) No jokes that are sexist/racist/homophobic/transphobic/disablist/etc. That includes stuff like “I hate the French” or jokes about the fact that someone’s ugly, calling something retarded, laughing at a politician for being overweight, etc etc. If I've missed any “-ism” out, it doesn't mean it's allowed! I know that sounds like a silly thing to say, but once someone in the audience did come up to me and ask why "no disablist jokes" wasn't part of the rules I say at the start of the gig! Basically, don't be a dick.

3) Please don’t pick on the audience. That includes asking them questions one-on-one, getting them up on stage, being unkind to them. This isn’t a normal comedy club. Don’t banter with them, let them sit in peace. If you need people to join you on stage, that's totally fine - let me know before the gig, I'll get some volunteers during the interval. Loads of people will be keen to join in, I just don’t want anyone to be forced to join in. In return, the audience is also not allowed to
heckle – and trust me, you’ll have one of the loveliest audiences in London. It’s a really friendly and lovely gig, and these rules are there to keep it that way.

Rules about what you CAN do:

1) You can be as shambolic as you like. I usually am! It's a new material night; feel free to treat it like one.
-- Read from notes
-- Stumble over words
-- Tell jokes you've never told before
-- Don't be afraid to fail.
-- I can’t stress this enough: success is optional. ;)

2) Feel free to talk for a while without a joke, if there's a political point you want to make. Be impassioned. Punchlines aren't essential, especially if you've something to say that will move or inspire people.

3) Remember that it's a political gig. Forget light news/celebrity gossip. We can do better than that. And politics is broad, too. Climate change, feminism, the economy, world news, party politics, protests, science/religion etc etc - anything is on topic as long as it's meaningful.

4) Finally, all styles are welcome. Stand-up, storytelling, sketch, song, even silly absurdism that uses politics as a starting point for some abstract nonsense. Be creative if you like, or talk from the heart if you like. It’s all good. Just have fun! :)

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PS. One last thing. Occasionally, acts may get it wrong, and they might break a rule without realising it. There's a no heckling rule at the gig, but don't be shy to come up to us after the gig and have a chat if you think we've got it wrong. we're only human. Well, apart from me - I'm half human, half internet. If you cut me, I'll bleed memes.

Lolitics Podcast - Episode 6!

After far too long a wait, I've finally made a new episode of the Lolitics podcast! Let's call this a combined birthday and Christmas present. An hour and a half of free political comedy, that was extremely topical two weeks ago when we did it.

(For newbies: I political comedy club in Camden, called Lolitics, and this is an occasional podcast where I share almost complete recordings of the evening. This episode comes from 16th October 2013, with stand-up from me, Tiernan Douieb, John-Luke Roberts and Grainne Maguire, and four songs from the brilliant political folk singer Grace Petrie. Imagine getting all that for free. Just sit there, and try to imagine it. It's kinda fun to imagine it, right? WELL IMAGINE NO LONGER.)

Download Episode 6 directly here!

Subscribe to the podcast in iTunes here! (I made a mistake and had to re-upload the file, and at the time of writing this iTunes hasn't seen the change, so sorry if the latest episode isn't on here yet. Download it directly from the link above if it isn't)

Subscribe to the podcast in non-iTunes here!

If you like the podcast, here's some things you can do to support it:

- Come to the gig in real life! It's on the 3rd Tuesday of every month, at the Black Heart in Camden.
- Give us a lovely iTunes review.
- Please share the podcast with as many people as you can! Tweet this link, Facebook it, email it to people you think might like it. I'd be so, so, so grateful if you did.

- Follow me on Twitter: @chris_coltrane
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Chris lives in London, and tries his hardest to be a cool political comedian who makes you smile and laugh etc.

He'd love it if you went to chriscoltrane.com and downloaded his free stand-up shows.

Twitter: @chris_coltrane

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