I thought we would wait in a much grander room than this, nothing to inspire my new stand up routine. But what a selection of odd bods here for the audition, plenty of material there. A few gals and chaps I recognize from the circuit, the third division circuit, ha ha. Hmm... some well known people from television, surely not as desperate as me for the job. I am banking on them choosing an unknown so He can't be accused of favouritism or worse if they pick someone the press can dig up the dirt on.
Would you believe it, he's certainly come dressed for the part, wonder who designs his dresses, looks like a cross between a wedding cake and a fifties party dress. Must be a wig with all those ringlets. I'll tell you who's not wearing a wig… Himself has just walked in, has he no pride, you would think he could comb his hair for once, better still have a hair cut; but come to think of it, he's just right for this job and he should have some cracking politician jokes. But if they are looking for an all rounder I bet he can't sing or play an instrument. That's what I'm banking on and He does love music, though I'm not sure He'll be keen on my harmonica, ukelele probably more up his street.
Wonder if we just present our routine or they tell us what they want. That's what it would have been like in the old days…
'Pray sing me something soothing, have you perchance a new ballade?'
If they didn't like the melody it would be off to the tower… new topical jokes every day, not easy when you had to wait for a ship to sail in and a messenger on horseback. Much easier now with social media, but have to be quick off the mark with a fresh joke that hasn't already been made by those political commentators on the news. Speaking of which, look who's come in the room; he doesn't need the job, unless he's expecting to be sacked by the BBC. I suppose he would at least know where to draw the line, not like some of the stand ups. Politics, modern art, avoid family life…
Ah ha, that smart chap has returned with his clip board, still got a face like a wet Sunday. Then so have all the people in this room, like they are afraid to smile or crack a joke till they get in there.
Hell, he's beckoning me to be first and look who's giving me a thumbs up, patronising bastard, no doubt confident he's going to get the job. Well it's not over till it's over, maybe I'll throw in a few jokes about the other applicants to be Jester at the Court of King Charles the Third.
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