Here's a clip from my recent stab at being an MC at the Crying Duck, Kings Cross. I was stepping into the shoes of the regular MC who was complaining about his neuralgia and his ligaments and his weak valves. There's always something with this guy and you're never two moves away from a cheap grift.
To get the audience salivating I got them to clap in ever increasing increments by imagining the following:
- It was Christmas
- You've been given a Micro-Pig as a present
- The Micro-Pig has learnt to talk
- It's first words are "I love you" (aw, bless)
It was deafening. Then I got to thinking about the rise and inevitable fall of a talking Micro-Pig...