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16x01 - Chris McCausland, Sophie Duker, Emmanuel Sonubi

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Live at the Apollo". Aired: 6 September 2004 – present.*
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British stand-up comedy programme performed from the Hammersmith Apollo.

16x01 - Chris McCausland, Sophie Duker, Emmanuel Sonubi

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Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome your host for

tonight,

Chris McCausland!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen!

CHEERING

I'm hosting this!

Me!

Live at the Apollo, hosting!

This!

Me!

Hosting!

HE LAUGHS

I've been doing stand
-up

for years and the stand
-up,

I can do this.

I'm all right with this.

Being blind, my problem is

the getting
-on
-the
-stage.

And the getting
-off
-the
-stage.

The being
-here, I'm fine,

it's just the getting
-here and the

getting
-off that's the problem.

So the BBC thought, "Let's make him

do that three times."

I mean, I'm all for

equal opportunities,

but sometimes it goes a little bit

too far, doesn't it?

They'll have me as a judge

on Strictly next.

HE CHUCKLES

"What do you reckon to that dance,

Chris?"

"It was a good song."

It's a very nerve
-racking show

to do this, for a comedian,

stood behind that sign, waiting to

come on, you know.

a lot of comedians,

when they're back there,

what they'll do is they'll

have a few moments,

a little bit of positive thinking,

you know, hopefully kind of

improve their mind
-set,

have a knock
-on effect

on their performance level

when they're on the stage,

little bit of positive thinking

that doesn't really work for me.

What I do, I have a few moments.

I have a little think

about some parallel universes,

that sorts me out

because what I've realised

is it doesn't really matter

how this gig goes, because there's

an infinite number of universes

out there where I f*cking

smash it, so

Takes the pressure off, doesn't it?

Takes the pressure off.

My daughter is

My daughter's called Sophie.

That took us a while, by the way, to

land on that.

We went round and round on the

roulette wheel of baby names

before we got to that.

The difficulty was, I think, there

was two of us trying to pick it.

I think

..picking a name for your kid might

possibly be the only thing

that single mums have got

easier than couples.

It's hard being the single mum,

isn't it? Except for picking a name

because there's one of you,

you pick it, you go,

"That'll do", and you move on.

We went back and forth for months

because you both got your own

personal likes and dislikes.

But that's just the start, isn't it,

because then you've got rules,

like you can't name your kid

after someone you remember

from your past as being

a proper dickhead. Right?

We're reminded of that person every

time you have to talk to your kid,

don't you? "Come on,

it's bath time, Damien."

"Oh, f*cking Damien!"

Ran my Megatron when I was eight.

I hope he's dead.

You can't name your kid

after someone you've got

explicit sexual memories of.

But you don't know each

other's histories, do you?

My wife was like,

"What about Susan?"

It's like, "There's no way"

"There is no way

What, old Two c*ck Susan?

"Is that what you're after?"

She was like, "Two c*ck Susan?!

"Just don't know what you're talking

about, doesn't even make any sense."

"Yeah, suppose you had to be there."

I don't argue with my wife any more.

Me and my wife have been

together for 16 years and

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I don't argue with her any more.

I don't argue with her because

..it upsets her

and deep down inside,

I know that she likes being upset.

I just don't want to give

her that little piece of joy.

She loves it, she can't get enough

of it! Oh, if my wife could exist

in a perpetual state of upset,

oh, it would make her so happy.

I walked in the living room.

She just sat there on her own,

inconsolable, sobbing on her own,

crying, andwatching the telly.

I said, "What are you watching?"

HE SNIFFLES

She goes

"Just watching the end

of a film, on Film Four.

"It's really sad."

Oh, sh*t, man, I've walked in at the

wrong time here, haven't I?

Get out of there, leave her to it,

that's best for both of us.

I walk back in, walk back in

an hour later, she's crying again.

I said, "What you watching now?!"

She goes, "Film Four +1."

Just reliving the same

upset over and over!

My wife

caught me on

..Pornhub up the other day.

Because I'm not going to get

any blinder, am I?

APPLAUSE

HE LAUGHS

I was there for research purposes.

Somebody told me something,

I went online to check it out.

It turns out to be true.

I urge you, have a look when you get

home tonight.

This is your excuse to legitimately

get some, some mucky content

in your internet cookies, right?

But if you go on to Pornhub now,

they have got a range of

audio
-described porn videos.

Specifically for blind people,

it describes the action

as it unfolds.

Oh, it's a game changer.

"She takes out his huge p*nis

and puts it in her mouth."

HE MIMES GAGGING

"She's got an expression

on her face that says

"she's made some wrong

decisions in life."

HE MIMES GAGGING

"You can see it in her eyes.

"She wished she'd tried

harder at school."

HE MIMES GAGGING SORROWFULLY

"You can see it in his eyes,

"he's glad he didn't try

harder at school."

So, you mightn't be able to tell

this to look at me,

by the way, but you are looking

at a recent EuroMillions winner.

WHOOPING

Yeah.

£2.80.

It's a cheek, it's a disgrace,

it's a scandal.

£2.80 on the EuroMillions!

30p
- more than what it costs me to

play the game in the first place.

I play the EuroMillions online

because I'm rubbish with bits

of paper, right? Does anyone else

play the EuroMillions online?

CHEERING

Yeah, you'll know.

You will know.

It doesn't matter

how little you win.

They've only got one email.

They send the same email

to everyone regardless.

They haven't got the decency.

They haven't got the good grace

to just tell you in the email,

"Just to let you know,

you've won £2.80, you loser."

No, they like to build up the hope.

"You're a winne
-e
-e
-er!"

"Log in now!" They tell you,

"Log in now, we can't possibly

"tell you what the news is in the

email.

"If this information should fall

into the wrong hands,

"your life might very well

be in danger."

"Log in now, we've got investment

experts standing by

"who can advise you on what to do

with your £2.80

"You can have it in one

lump sum payment

"or you could choose to have it

in instalments of 14p a year

"over 20 years."

And I get it,

but it's data protection,

I get they can't put the thing in

the email.

Just have two emails,

that's all I'm saying.

Have a second email

for people like me.

"You're a winne
-e
-e
-r!

"But don't build your hopes up."

"Don't be picking any houses,

but do decide what your

favourite flavour of crisps is.

SINGSONGY: "Cos somebody's getting

a multi
-pack, somebody's"

This is why I hate it,

because every time I have to log in

to find out the pittance that

I've won,

I think added security

on the National Lottery website.

Username, password, Mac Keychain,

bing, that goes in, not a problem.

But then every time it's like I've

never visited it before,

every time I have to do the robot

thing with the road signs,

it's often on the

I can't do the thing, can I?

I have to click

the button underneath.

Give me an audio challenge.

"Type the words into the box that

you hear in the following sentence."

HE SPEAKS GIBBERISH

Let's give them road signs a go.

I'll take my chances.

HE SPEAKS SAME GIBBERISH

It's like they've hired stroke

victims to read foreign words.

Think about what we're doing.

Can you imagine Imagine going

back in time.

Imagine going back in time to,

like, the mid '80s,

35 years for the sake of argument.

You go back in time to the

mid '80s and you tell somebody

that you are from the future and you

can prove it and
- poof
-

their mind will be blown, like,

"Oh, my God, that's amazing.

"You're from the future.

"Tell me everything, I want to know

everything.

"What's it like 35 years

from now in the future?

"Is there anything that you have to

do in the future

"that we don't have to do now?"

"Uh, yeah, you have to prove

you're not a robot."

"You have to WHAT?!"

35 years from now, you have

to prove you're not a robot?

"That's incredible!

How often do you have to prove

"you're not a robot in the future?

Is it like an annual thing

"you go through, like a medical or

something?"

"Oh, no, it's several times a day,

depending on what you're doing."

"How do you prove you're not a robot

in the future? Do you have to take

"a knife and cut into your own arm

and peel back the skin

"to prove that you're not

mechanical underneath?"

"Oh, no, you just have to look at

some photographs."

"Road signs, traffic lights,

that sort of thing,

"because, believe it or not,

"but 35 years from now, in the

future, robots and humans,

"you can't tell us apart unless

one's looking at a road sign."

You're like,

"That's a f*cking robot!"

"See it in his eyes."

Do you know what the scary thing is,

though?

All them pictures that we're all

clicking,

all them pictures of

traffic lights and everything,

millions of people a day clicking

these photographs,

all verified by Google.

We're all clicking them to

prove that we're not a robot.

And Google are using every

one of those clicks

to train their robots.

That's how they're training

their self
-driving cars

and the AI visual recognition

systems to recognise traffic lights,

road signs, cars, buses, trucks.

We are training robots to one day

prove that they're not robots.

How are we going to prove

that we're not robots?!

It's literally all we've got.

Three years from now, if you want to

log onto a website,

you're going to have to do something

that a robot just can't do.

You're going to have to,

like, express emotion

and just cry into your webcam.

Or break one of the three laws

of robotics

and k*ll another human

in front of your computer,

just so you can log

on and go, "Oh, £2.80?"

Sorry, Nan.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen

You guys have been lovely,

you've been amazing,

so don't let it go to your heads,

though, yeah?

Now, believe me, there's an infinite

number of universes out there

where you're acting like arseholes.

So, ladies and gentlemen,

are you ready

for your first act of the evening?

CHEERING

You are going to love her.

Please welcome to the stage,

the fabulous Sophie Duker.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

SHE CHEERS

Whoo
-o
-o!

Hello, everyone!

Hi!

I'm Sophie.

I'm an openly

..black comedian.

I am so proud of you.

Not just you, sir.

I am so proud of you,

I am so proud of you,

I am so proud of you,

I am so proud of us all

because look around, guys.

We did it!

We are out

..on a week night

..watching comedy

..in the middle

of a global panna cotta.

And none of us has got it.

We hope.

But I should reassure you that to do

this, I have been rigorously tested

all week and I have

everything apart from Covid.

I want to tell you some facts

about my character,

so you get a little bit of sense

of what I've been through.

I identify as a

triple threat minority.

Triple threat minority because I

make white people uncomfortable

when I sing, act or dance.

And I know some people

don't like it

when you talk about identities,

they don't like it

when g*y comedians talk about

g*y stuff or women comics talk about

girls stuff or Croatian comedians

bang on about Croatia.

But if I don't talk about my pain

on stage, how else will I make my

therapy tax deductible?

How else will I make strange men

on the internet "angwy"?

I get a lot of hate from men

on the internet,

men with usernames

like at @BrexitBoy69.

And @LaurenceFox.

I think it's because

I'm a person of colour.

Sir, what sort of colour

would you say I am?

NERVOUS LAUGHTER

OK, I'm going to let you off the

hook because you're very poorly lit,

but even so, when I said, "Sir, what

sort of colour would you say I am?",

you visibly shat yourself.

I am black or brown,

I will answer to both.

The reason I ask is because some

people of the Caucasian persuasion

find it very hard

to name difference.

I asked an elderly gentleman

in Camberley pre
-Panasonic.

I was like, "Sir

"..what sort of colour

would you say I am?"

And he sort of went, "Uhh
-h
-h

SHE CROAKS

"Beautiful?"

I am black! I'm super duper black.

I'm B
-L
-A
-C
-K, black.

I'm B
-A
-M
-E, black

..and minority ethnic.

Everybody say, "Black."

ALL: Black!

Yes! You've got to get used

to saying, "black"

because there are so many great

black things.

You got black tea,

you've got black jack,

you've got blackbirds like me.

You want a black coffee?

Just call it a black coffee

..not an African americano.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

And I really stress the point

because I used to be not exactly

ashamed of my blackness, but

I never wanted to do anything

that could be seen

as stereotypically black

and it followed me all my life.

So when I was younger, when I was

at school, if I was ever in PE

and a basketball would come flying

at top speed towards my face,

instead of catching that basketball

in the air, dribbling it towards

the nearest net and slam
-dunking

the thing as I naturally would

..I just let it hit me in the face

and roll away.

When I got older, I made a lot of

friends, mainly white friends,

and we started going to da club.

Are you familiar with da club?

Not "the club", "da club".

At the end of da street.

Whenever I went to da club and I was

dancing with a group of friends,

I would deliberately

dance less well on purpose

..so that the white people

wouldn't be intimidated.

There'd always be one other black

person in the corner of the room,

arms folded, looking at me, like,

"You're disrespecting yourself."

Meanwhile, I'd be in the middle

of the dance floor,

just moving like Miley Cyrus.

I tried so hard!

I tried so hard to pass as white,

I did all the white things,

I bought pesto

I said, "tiss
-ue".

I got really dangerously into

..Jamie T.

I am talking about the era

of Jamie T, Pete DoherTy,

Jack PenaTe

Jedward.

I spent my late teens,

arguably the sexiest part

of one's teens

..just sort of lusting over these

gurning predators, like

Imagine we're me, we'll be at a

house party with an edgy white boy

and he'd have the

whole edgy boy starter kit.

He'd have the skinny jeans,

rollie f*g, unacceptable BO

He'd be talking always about one of

his two favourite subjects,

which is always either

dubstep or himself.

We're sitting on the windowsill and

finally, you pluck up the courage

to just cut him off mid anecdote,

put your hand on his shoulder,

look him in the eye and be like,

"Mate

"I love you."

Then he'd look at you

and you'd look at him

and he'd lean in for a kiss,

and then he'd just sort of

..thumb MDMA into your mouth.

But that was it, you were like,

"Wow!"

"I think he really likes me."

It feels like we're coming to the

end of the Pan's labyrinth and

..I don't know how anyone's coping,

I don't know how you guys

start your days,

if you wake up, roll out of bed

down a little coffee of colour

and you're good to go.

I wake up, every day,

look at the news

and I get a little shot of rage,

I was so angry during the

pan
-African at everything.

I was angry at the tier system,

I was angry at the new choreography

that we had to learn
-

hands, face, space.

I even got so angry at

Eat Out To Help Out

..a government initiative that

briefly delighted horny women

everywhere

..because we realised it was

actually about Wagamama's.

I guess I'm just angry now,

I'm an angry person.

People don't think I get angry

because I'm adorable, but I do.

I get so angry all the time,

but I can never show it

because I know that if I show it,

I'll get stereotyped as

the worst triple threat of all.

I'll get stereotyped as an angry

WHISPERED: black

woman.

NORMAL VOICE: Think, guys, I don't

want to be stereotyped,

so at the end of the day,

I just hold my anger in

and eat fried chicken

and twerk furiously.

Thank you so much, guys!

I've been Sophie Duker,

you've been so good! Thank you!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Smashed it, smashed it!

Sophie Duker, ladies and gentlemen.

We're going to keep the show just

rolling straight for you, though,

so, please, welcome to the stage,

the amazing, Emmanuel Sonubi!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

SCATTERED WHOOPING, LAUGHING

WHOOPING AND CHEERING INTENSIFIES

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

HE LAUGHS

This is my set.

This is all I do.

Just stand here and go

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Oh, good evening, Apollo,

are we having a good time?

CHEERING

Very, very happy to be here.

I actually

I actually nearly didn't make it

here tonight, I was

I was running late and I don't like

to be late. I like to be

I like to be early for stuff because

it's my way of breaking down

racial stereotypes.

I'm starting swimming lessons

next week.

I used to be a bouncer,

in case you wanted to figure

that out.

I wasa bouncer

for a long time.

I wasn't very it wasn't very good at

the start. I couldn't fight.

I don't need to fight

because I look like this.

And when you look like this,

you don't have to fight, right?

Seriously, there's only

two things you need to do

when you're massive and that's

breathe in

..right? And give a dirty look.

That's it.

Like, anyone did anything

to annoy me at a club,

I'd stand at the front like this

I mean, they throw themselves out.

It was

There was actually only one night

that didn't work.

One of the first clubs I worked at,

I got told if you're going to

come and work, make sure you come

tooled up, right? So I took

the only weapon that I had.

Do you remember those

little red Swiss Army knives?

I had that and I had it in my pocket

and I felt like Superman, right?

And I gave everyone that look and

then one guy turn up to the club,

I said, "Sorry, mate.

"Have you got your ID?"

And he's moved his

jacket out of the way

and he's got a g*n in his belt.

Now, do you know how hard

it is to get the knife

..out of a Swiss Army knife?

Now I'm thinking, "If this goes bad,

"all I can do is open a bottle

of wine for this guy and"

I had to stop being a doorman.

I stopped being a doorman, right,

because I started to feel old

and I'm not even that old,

but I've got to that age where

slang doesn't make

any sense to me any more.

Like, give me a cheer

if you're over 30?

SOME CHEERING

Right, onto 30
-year
-olds in the

room,

have you ever had a conversation

with a 20
-year
-old and,

afterwards, thought,

"What the hell just happened?"

Like, "That's where I'm at?" Right.

And 20
-year
-olds,

they've got too much energy, like,

we had these two young lads outside

the club, in their 20s,

and they were just talking.

And he said to his friend,

"That girl last night,

did you take her home?"

And this kid went,

"We were doing it for hours."

And I thought "Hours?!"

I had to step in, I was like,

"Sorry, um

"Were you doing it right?"

Hours? It takes seven minutes!

Who's got time for hours?

Now, I'll be honest, once a quarter,

and I'm good, that's it.

Any more than that,

I'll turn into the woman.

She'll say, "Let's do that again."

I'm like, "Can't we just talk?"

There's something very, very strange

that goes on in a guy's mind,

like, it's not great, but it's true

and it happens, right?

When we're having sex, right,

in our brains, as guys,

our heads are going,

"This is amazing.

"Oh, my God, I love her so much.

"We could do this over and over

again. I want to do this forever.

"This is the best feeling."

The moment we are done, our brain

goes, "If you go to sleep now,

"you'll get six hours."

LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE

WHISTLING

DO you know what? It was the slang,

though, that made me stop.

I stopped understanding slang and

slang has got weird now, right?

I'll give you an example. This is

what I used have to deal with.

So I don't know if you know this,

but it's no longer called

"going to the gym" any more.

That's what we used to call it.

"I'm going to the gym today,"

but it's not called that

because it was too long a sentence.

So it's been shortened now.

It's not called going to the gym,

it's now called "bang in gym,"

right?

"Bang in gym."

Now

That's absolutely fine

..once it's been explained.

Because the first time I heard that,

I was stood outside my club,

we had a couple of new guys working

with us, younger guys,

and he stood there with his mate,

he went, "So, bruv

"You still bang in gym?"

and I thought

I thought, "How nice it can be this

open in this sort of environment!"

Then they brought me into the

conversation, he went, "Bruv

"..you look like you've

banged gyms."

I was polite about it.

I was like, "Um

"No, that's not my thing, guys,

but it's your life choice.

"You live your life any which way

you want to."

And he's gone, "Nah, mate, you've

"..you've definitely

You've definitely done Jim."

I was like, "All right,

I might've had a dream about it

"when I was younger"

"It's your subconscious, so it

doesn't really count, right?

"And yeah, back in the day, I

clicked on the wrong video

"and I watched it

for 27 minutes. Right?

"If you don't finish it,

it doesn't count."

He goes, "Every doorman I've ever

worked with has banged Jim."

I thought, "That poor guy!"

LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE

Oh, guys, it's been an absolute

pleasure to play

the Apollo for you tonight.

HE SIGHS IN SATISFACTION

So, thank you,

goodnight.

My name's Emmanuel Sonubi.

And have a great weekend. Cheers.

Do you need me to help you out?

THEY CHA

Emmanuel Sonubi,

ladies and gentlemen!

Ladies and gentlemen,

what an evening we have had

at Live at the Apollo!

CHEERING

You have seen Sophie Duker

..Emmanuel Sonubi

Thanks for watching at home,

thanks for coming, guys.

My name is Chris McCausland,

thank you very much. Cheers.

Goodnight. Thank you.