There was laughter at the Queens Hall last night before the latest Kill For A Seat comedy show had even begun. Well, almost! As Declan from Span picked up the microphone to introduce the show, there was a deafening scream of feedback which made nearly everyone in the room jump.

The first burst of laughter followed as Silky, the ever popular Compere walked out on stage and talked to the audience while the microphone problems were sorted out.

Apparently, Silky was suffering from the effects of the tablets he had been taking to help himself stop smoking. It was actually more likely to have been the after effects of a late night drinking session! This did not stop Silky from dealing with a heckler in the audience who didn’t appear to know when to be quiet.

By the time Silky introduced Paul B. Edwards and his guitar to the stage we thought it was all over – the heckling, that is. But it wasn’t. Nobody was finding the constant [and often ‘odd’] interruption to Paul’s set amusing. Sadly, the first person at a Kill For A Seat night in Narberth was asked to leave the room for being very non-funny.

Mr Edwards managed to get the audience going again with his repertoir of parodies of some famous songs [I predict a fryup], and a great impression of the brothers Gallagher – sorted!

He was a bit surprised by the audience when they began to sing along as he began his tribute to rural village life, ‘Breachwood Green’; a charming ditty about a small village in Hertfordshire which actually is directly under the flightpath into Luton Airport! –

After the interval, Silky re-visited the story of Kate 5.01 [sorry Silky!] amongst others, before introducing headliner Lucy Porter who bounced onto the stage as if she actually was ‘Bouncy Norah’, her invisible dog. She soon made the audience think she was one of their friends with her cheeky smile and warm presence.

We discovered Rachel Greenwald’s advice in ‘How To Get A Husband After 35’, that Hen Nights are not quite the same as Stag Nights: the former, happy, happy, happy, happy, cry; the latter, happy, happy, happy, horny, fighty, dead! Discovering that she had to change her bank identification question, she did. Her answer to the question is, “don’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real father”… so what is the question? Answers on a postcard to Declan please.

Then, for no apparent reason the stage lights went out! People were seen scurrying around in the darkness looking for the fault. Probably a fuse. So Ms Porter had to continue her set with the house lights turned up, but it was almost as if nobody noticed until, for no apparent reason some of the stage lights came back on. Full-powered and blinding.

But there we are. It was the end of another night in Narberth’s Kill For A Seat Comedy Club. Another good night by the way!