Gráinne Maguire is a stand up comedian and comedy writer. She reached the national finals of Hackney Empire New Act of the Year, Leicester Mercury New Act of the Year and Laughing Horse New Act of the Year. Her debut hour show at the Edinburgh Festival was critically acclaimed, and she has also written for “8 out of 10 Cats” and “The Now Show”.
I miss when life was simpler. Comedians were the idealistic losers and business men the bullies in sharp suits. Now, with a financial website encouraging struggling corporations to learn from the world of stand up and a BBC documentary detailing the huge amounts of money comedians can make in corporate bookings, things aren’t so simple.
Next year Derry~London Derry will become the first UK City of Culture. Inspired by Liverpool’s tenure as the European holder of the title, the Northern Irish city will celebrate a year of local culture, as well as holding some of the UK’s most prestigious cultural events and awards.
This week the Scottish Labour Party suggested that if Scotland gains independence it will lose the BBC. Despite the popular belief that politicians don’t know what voters really care about, it appears that for once they might actually be onto something.
It is day three of the conference and I think I have gone Gonzo. This is not what I wanted. Forget William Burroughs, I am here trying to be the next Simon Hoggart. I just don’t think he would have sat through Ed Miliband’s leadership speech yesterday with a hangover so vicious he was genuinely worried he might interrupt the historic moment by bolting past camera crews to vomit. Being a political hack is much harder than it looks…
The first day of the conference and the rain is pelting. As is usually the case at these events, it is held on the outside of the city centre in a wilderness of roundabouts and dual carriage ways. I wander lost, feeling like I’m in the opening sequence of some grim exploitation film about inner city crime.
My name is Gráinne Maguire and I have a terrible secret; this year, the highlight of my social calendar, my Glastonbury, my 18-30s holiday is the Labour Party Conference in Manchester. As a stand-up comedian and a veteran of the Edinburgh festival, I want to see how the Labour Party conference compares with the annual comedy month of shame.
The man can’t even go horse riding with his old Eton buddy on a horse leant by the bobbies of London to his mates media magnate wife without everybody getting all “what the actual hell are you doing?” on his ass. Whoa…easy Press, there, there, suck on a sugar lump and relax yeah?
Much maligned Rebekah [...]