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16x06 - Jen Brister, Esther Manito, Adam Rowe

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.

16x06 - Jen Brister, Esther Manito, Adam Rowe

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Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome your host

for tonight, Jen Brister!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to Live At The Apollo!

CHEERING

What an absolute treat it is to be

here tonight.

Look, performing in a theatre! Eh?

Who would have thought it? Let me

tell you, as stand up comedians,

we have not been performing in

theatres for the last 18 months.

Everything but, actually.

We've been performing in,

I don't know, pub gardens,

car parks, sheds, skips.

We're even doing gigs online.

Oh, my God, I still now

cannot believe that anyone

would want to pay to watch me

do stand up comedy on Zoom.

Do you know what I mean? I know

for a fact that if you'd said to

any of those people a couple

of years earlier,

"Hello, mate, do you see that middle

aged beige l*sbian over there?

"Do you fancy watching her having

a breakdown in front of a laptop?"

LAUGHTER

They'd have said

"I don't think so, mate.

I think I'll swerve that."

I can't be bothered with

it all any more.

I've got off Facebook.

I've had enough of it.

I tell you what I've had enough

about with Facebook and, you know,

and Instagram, is people putting up

those very sort of

attention
-seeking,

passive
-aggressive posts.

You know, there's always someone

that you follow on social media

that you can't stand.

But you follow them because they

put up those really annoying posts

and then you can phone a friend

about it. You know the ones I mean?

"Mate, get on Facebook. Yeah,

have a little cheeky look now.

"I know. What a bell end!"

You just love to hate them.

They put up posts that go

a bit like this,

"I'm going through a really hard

time at the moment.

"I don't know how I'm going

to get through the day.

"But I can't tell you

what's happened."

Fine, don't.

I don't give a sh*t, love.

You look at those, you think,

"No
-one's going to fall for that."

"How obviously attention

seeking is that?" Yeah?

You think, "No
-one will fall

for that."

Maybe you log off Facebook.

You forget about it. Yeah?

Maybe you log on a couple

of hours later and you realise

that everybody's fallen

for it, because underneath that post

is like, pfffhhhh!

300 comments underneath of people

saying stuff like this,

"Hey, babe!"

"Babe!"

"Just know that you're

wonderful, beautiful person.

"I'll always be there for you!"

"Babe, I know you can

get through this

"because you are an amazing person."

"Babe, I'll be your BFF forever.

hashtag hugs!"

Takes all my willpower

and self
-control

not to put my own little cheeky

comment underneath that post, yeah?

Something a bit more like this.

"Hey, babe, I'm so sorry to hear

you're going through

"such a hard time at the moment,

but I just thought you should know,

"things are going really well

for me."

"Hashtag Schadenfreude. Aha!"

Got to be a bit optimistic, though,

in life, particularly as a parent.

I've got children, I've got twins,

and parenting is hard.

Particularly, I think,

at the moment.

We're 21st century parents,

we're parenting very differently

to the generation before my parents,

there seems to be a compulsion

to ask our children's opinions

and ask them questions.

"What do you think?

What are your feelings?"

I don't know about

the rest of you,

but I don't remember my mum

asking me a g*dd*mn thing.

Particularly middle class parents.

Walk past any school

or any playground, you just see

parents going,

"Darling, listen. Mummy and Daddy

are thinking about where to go

"on holiday. We'd love to go

to the south of France,

"but I remember you saying

you like Cornwall."

"Listen, next week, Mummy's

having her coil taken out,

"what do you think

she should replace it with?

"The withdrawal method,

or the pill?"

"Do you think society is ready for

a black James Bond? I don't know."

"Now, listen. At the next election,

Mummy's not sure which way

"to vote. Should she follow

her conscience,

"or vote for Boris Johnson?

He seems like a lot of fun!"

Don't ask them. They don't know,

OK? Don't ask them.

I mean, I do it,

I'm guilty of it myself.

I will ask my children

what they want for dinner.

I'll produce a menu for them.

"What would you like?

"Fish and chips?

Spaghetti Bolognese."

My mum never bothered with that.

My Spanish, dogmatic mother

never bothered with that.

When I was a kid, if I asked

my mother what was for dinner,

she would say "dinner".

"Dinner is for dinner."

And if, after my mother had lovingly

prepared a meal and placed it

in front of me, I had had

the temerity to say to her,

"Nah, I don't like it,"

she would have turned to me

and she would have said

"You do like it."

And that was the end of that.

I love my mother very much.

She was living with me.

She was living with me

for six months.

I always find it interesting

when I tell people that my mum

was living with me,

because I'd always get

a very different response from men

then I got from women.

If I tell blokes that my mum

was living with me, the response

was nearly always like this

"Because I love my mum."

When I tell women, the response

was more like this,

"I would k*ll myself."

"I would sh**t myself

in the face."

"How much do you drink? You've got

to drink. Keep drinking, mate.

"You'll never survive it.

Just drink, drink, drink."

Just in case there's any confusion

in the room here,

particularly with the men

Just to let you know, you've got

a different relationship

with your mum to the one that we do.

Now, I realise I'm making

a generalisation here,

I understand that. But I think

on the whole that this stands up.

Mothers and sons, very different

from mothers and daughters, OK?

Now, if I was to encapsulate

that relationship,

mothers and sons,

it would be like this

"Mummy loves you very much."

"No, darling, you don't do anything.

Mummy will do it for you."

"Stop it. Mummy's going to bring it

you over to you, silly."

"Listen, you just go out, you

achieve, you do whatever you want,

"because Mummy believes in you.

"My kisses for my very special boy."

IMITATES KISSES

IMITATES KISSES

"Come back here."

Mothers and daughters

is a bit more like this

"You look fat in that."

I'm just saying there's a bit

more judgment there, OK?

That's all I'm saying.

I'm being slightly disingenuous

because, truthfully, my biggest

supporter is my mum, OK?

And let me tell you,

as a stand up comedian,

it hasn't all been the highs

of Live At The Apollo.

This has been a long old road.

I've been doing this

for nearly 20 years.

Well, I'm lying.

I've been doing this for 20 years.

And, you know, there've

been times where I've thought,

"I don't know if I can do this,

this is too hard."

There was too much rejection

and I would say to my mum,

"Do you know what?

"I think I'm going to sack this

whole stand
-up comedy off."

And my mum would say to me

SPANISH ACCENT: "No, Yennifer. No!

"You must not eh
-stop

eh
-stand up comedy, OK?

"You keep going.

You can achieve this.

"You can do this, Yennifer,

I believe in you.

"You want to know why, Yennifer?

"You are talented,

but you want to know why?

"It's your face."

"You have a funny face."

"Sometimes, Yennifer, I look

at your face and I laugh."

I don't know how my mum

coped with four children,

I can't cope with two.

And it was hard in lockdown,

wasn't it?

It was hard. And to know

what to do with your children,

half the time.

People got really upset

when the playgrounds got closed.

Not me. I was delighted.

I hate playgrounds.

Have you been to a playground?

And if you don't have kids, what are

you doing at a playground, mate?

That's weird.

You might not know this

if you don't have children,

but there is nothing for you

to do there.

And they know, they know

that grown ups are there,

they know that adults are there, but

there's nothing for you to do there.

And you're not just say

for a couple of hours,

you're there for days,

weeks, months.

You're there for years

of your life and you're bored

out of your bloody brain.

Just thinking,

"Jesus Christ,

has time stood still?"

You think they'd create

some sort of makeshift sheds

where they're selling neat gin,

but there's nothing, nothing,

to distract you from the tedium

of being in a playground.

And for the first two years

of your children's lives,

you have to follow them around

these places,

because you don't want them to die.

So you're like, "Darling,

please be careful on the apparatus,

"on the climbing Mamma's here.

Mamma will catch you."

But you know what? My children

are six now, nearly seven.

You think, "Great"

You can just piss off!"

"Yeah! Piss off and leave me alone

to my thoughts!"

They don't, do they?

They don't, because somehow,

we've created two little

narcissists!

So it's not enough that they're

up a slide,

if I'm not f*cking watching them!

All you can hear in the playground

is this

"Look at me, look at me,

look at me, look at me!

"look at me, look at me,

look at me, look at me!

"Mum, look at me, look at me,

look at me, look at me!

"Mum, I'm going to get

on the slide.

"Will you watch me get

on the slide?"

"Mamma's going to watch you get

on that slide, darling.

"Oh. Well done.

"Really well done, darling,

that was absolutely wonderful."

"Mum, I'm going to go down the

slide again, will you watch me?"

"I'm watching you go

down that slide down side, darling.

"You're not watching me!"

"I am. I'm totally watching you."

"I'm going down again,

are you going to watch me?!

"I'm going to watch you go down.

"Oh! Twice in a row.

How did you do that?"

"What an achievement!

Absolutely incredible, darling."

"Mu, I'm going to go down the slide

again! Are you going to watch me?"

"I'm going to go down the slide."

"I tell you what Mamma's

going to do."

"Pffhhhhh, pffhhhhh, pffhhhhh."

"Pffhhhhh."

"Could not give a f*ck, mate."

"You know what that's called?

Gravity. Grow up."

Ladies and gentlemen, are you

ready to welcome onto the stage

your first act for this evening?

CHEERING

Please welcome Esther Manito!

Hello! Yes!

Yes, Apollo!

Oh, my God, I am so excited

to be here!

Honestly, I cannot tell you,

I cannot tell you how many times

across my career I have pretended

to walk through those doors.

Literally every Thursday,

when I'm doing the big shop,

I'm dragging my kids

through the automatic doors

at the supermarket, screaming,

"Hello, Waitrose!"

Which proper winds them up.

Mainly because it's a Aldi's.

We all know what we're dealing

with here.

I've come to the conclusion,

I genuinely have,

I've come to the conclusion

there is a massive difference,

there is a huge difference between

people that are in, like, you know,

they're starting out a new

relationship, just starting out

on that path to settling down,

compared to us gnarled mares

that have been with the same person

for years and years and years

and years and years.

Cos all my mates who are like

six months into a relationship,

maybe a year, and they've

just moved in together,

they're all over social media.

They're all posting these posts

on Instagram.

They're all like, "Oh, I just love

the fact that me and my boyfriend

"both work from home. Aaahhh!

"I just love the fact we have all

this quality time together! Ahhh!

"Oh, my God, I love

the fact that at lunchtime

"we go for lovely country walks.

"We've both discovered

veganism
- hashtag organic.

"Here's a picture of us

for Instagram

"having sex on a bed of sourdough,

which he made.

"Hashtag, well
-trained. Aahhh!"

"Hashtag, the one. Hashtag,

I love him. Hashtag, my best friend.

"Hashtag, my soulmate.

Hashtag, forever.

"Hashtag, I tell everyone

I'm a feminist,

"but I still use a man to validate

my existence on social media."

Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag, hashtag!

I've been married 15 years

and every single time my husband

walks through the front door,

I'm like, "Do you have to?"

Doesn't matter where

I hide his keys,

he still burrows his way back in.

I call him the boomerang.

But I get it. I get it.

I get it when something's new,

and you're excited,

you boast about it on social media.

We all do it.

Honestly, when the pandemic hit

and they shut all the schools,

I was one of those morons.

I was there all over Instagram,

boasting about what a brilliant

home
-schooling mum I'd be.

I was there posting pictures

of all these resources

from Hobby Craft, and I was like,

"Oh, my God,

"I'm going to be the best

home
-schooling mum in the world.

"Oh, my God, we're going

to learn Japanese.

"And we're going to learn

about all the different cuisines

"of the world, and we're going

to go for country walks

"and learn about all the different

types of trees

"and identify different

types of leaves."

Cut to four hours later, I'm stood

over my kids with a can of petrol

going, "I will burn this house

to the ground,

"if you don't learn to use finger

spaces in your writing!"

My son's just sat there going,

"Look, mum,

"I'm absolutely smashing

my numbers."

I'm like, "Oh, God, son,

we were doing the alphabet."

And my husband, my husband, right

And I've talked to a lot of mums,

so I know I'm not alone in this.

I know he isn't the only one.

What he did, right, like a lot

of dads up and down the country,

he just took one look at this chaos,

picked up his laptop and was like,

"No, sorry, I can't get involved."

"No, I've got a very important

call for work."

"I might do that."

"Just you do it."

"Also, I don't want to."

Meanwhile, I'm scurrying

around my own house,

doing the cooking, the cleaning,

the laundry, entertaining

and educating the children

like some kind of demented

Dickensian governess. I started

saying stuff to my kids like,

"Don't disturb Father

in the study, children."

Then it comes down at lunchtime

for a sandwich and the kids

act like Kanye West has just

walked in. They're like,

"Wahey! Look who it is!

It's the fun one. We love him.

"He's brilliant. Oh, he's amazing.

Oh, so much fun. Yeah.

"You could take

a leaf out of his book. Yeah."

"Not as naggy as you, yeah.

He's brilliant."

I'm like, "That man's been as much

use as a sponge screwdriver

"for the last six months!"

Right. I'll leave you with this.

I went for a smear test.

Now, guys, just before I get

into this, don't worry,

it's not going to be graphic.

It's not going to be graphic,

because honestly, four weeks ago

I did this joke

down on the south coast.

All I said was I went

for a smear test.

A man just stood up in the centre

of the room and went, "No!"

I sometimes forget

how low the bar is for women.

We just step out of the kitchen

and go,

"Is it OK if I tell a joke

about a procedure

"that 50% of the population

have to go through every year?

"No? OK, sorry to have

disturbed you."

So I'll leave you with this, right?

I went for my smear test, right?

Now, ladies, I did that thing

that all us girls do

before we go for a smear.

Just did that thing that we all do.

Just gave it a little spray.

What I like is that I'm looking

round this room,

and I can see some women looking at

me going, "Yeah. No, I do that.

"Yeah, I do that. Yeah."

And then there's the odd woman

looking at me going, "What?"

But, right, I'll be honest

with you, I've been out of work

for a little while, OK?

So I can't really afford perfume.

So a little life hack for you.

I'd use a can of air freshener.

Cheap as chips. Made for rugs.

Does the job, right?

Now, I went to the doctor's

surgery, dropped my pants, right?

And the nurse, she takes

one look at me down there,

and she's like, "Oh."

"OK. Erm"

"Phhh."

"Somebody's dressed up for me

today, Mrs Manito!"

Ladies and gentlemen,

I looked down and I realised

I hadn't grabbed my trusty can

of air freshener.

I'd grabbed my daughter's

can of glitter spray.

And I just tried to style it out.

I was just there going,

"Oh, what, this?

"Yeah. No, this?

"No, this? Yeah, no,

what this is, this

"This

"This is just my NHS thank you."

Guys

I've been Esther Manito.

You've been amazing.

Thank you so much.

Ladies and gentlemen,

that was Esther Manito!

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is time for me to introduce

the final act for this evening.

Please welcome onto the stage,

Adam Rowe!

Hello, Hammersmith! How are we

doing, are we all right?

Oh, my God,

this is dream come true stuff.

I'm so excited to be here,

ladies and gentlemen.

AUDIENCE CHEER

Been trying to lose a bit of weight

over the past year or so.

I lost two stone.

AUDIENCE WHOOP AND CHEER

And then put two and a half back on!

And it's not because of my health.

It's not because of my health.

That's important, you have to be

honest about your motivations.

Do you want the truth?

Can I be honest with you?

Can you take the truth?

I'm sick of fat people,

and I don't want to be associated

with them any more.

We used to be sound.

Fatties were sound.

We were jolly, that was

our reputation, wasn't it?

Fat people were jolly.

That's what people thought of us.

Default thought. Not any more.

There's a group of people

who've ruined our reputation.

They're called fat activists,

and these are people who campaign

for fat equal rights. I can't even

say it with a straight face.

"Fat people should have

equal rights."

"We have."

"No. Why do I have to pay

for two seats on a plane?"

I mean, you can figure

this out on your own.

"Fat shaming is never OK."

That's the big thing with the fat

activists, fat shaming is never OK.

That's not true.

It's sometimes OK.

I can say that because I'm fat

and I've been fat

since I was small, right?

Like, I got fat shamed at school,

and I'm glad that I did.

I'm glad it happened.

So it was OK, at least that time,

because I was the only victim.

I get to say whether it's OK,

or not.

I'm made up I got fat shamed

at school.

I'd be documentary fat by now

if that didn't

It's kept me a reasonable size.

I don't want to be on Channel 5,

struggling to get out

the front door.

Bad enough after the holiday

when your jeans don't fit.

If your house doesn't fit

you any more

Are we meant to nod along and

pretend that's not a health problem?

"Are you coming to watch

the match, lads?"

"I can't, mate. I can't get

me house off, it is tight."

"Yeah, it fit last week.

It must've shrunk in the wash.

"Yeah, we had the window cleaner

round yesterday."

And these people that go

after companies for fat shaming.

A couple of years ago,

they went after Victoria's Secret.

You know who they are
- the world's

number one modelling agency.

World's number one lingerie brand.

And they've changed a bit

of their policy now. But a couple

of years ago, they said,

their CEO did an interview and said

he doesn't think they'd ever have

a fat model or a transgender model.

And the internet went mental,

went crazy.

They went, "Hey! No!

Naughty Victoria's Secret CEO!

"You've got to have a fat model

and you've got to have

"a transgender model right now!"

And they said, "No, we don't,

"because we want to keep

selling underwear." Right?

I'm paraphrasing,

but that was pretty much

the gist of

what this guy said.

And I'm not saying it's right

or wrong.

What I'm saying is they got accused

of fatphobia and transphobia,

and I'm not sure that

it's doing either of those things,

and I'll tell you why in a minute,

But I want to say something before.

It's important to ensure you don't

come across the wrong way on stage.

I'm very left wing

and liberal with 99% of things.

I'll say anything up here

that I think will get a laugh.

But, in reality,

I'm left wing, liberal,

especially with, like, gender

identity.

I think it's ridiculous in this day

and age it's even an argument.

If you were born in one body,

believe you belong in another,

it's your body, your decision,

don't know why anyone would care.

If you were born as a man,

you can identify as a woman. Yeah.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

You can't identify as

a Victoria's Secret model, though.

Cos that's not a gender,

it's a job.

And you've got to be qualified for

them,

you can't just choose your job.

"I'm going to be a woman!"

Good, all the best.

I'm one of your best friends,

I'm here for you.

Let me know you get on and if

there's anything I can do to help.

"I'm going to be a Victoria's Secret

model, too!"

I don't see that bit happening.

"Why not?!" Cos your hands

are like shovels, Brian!

Your Adam's apple is bigger than my

d*ck. How much Photoshop?

You can't choose your job.

Do you think I'd be here?

I love this, this is the biggest

gig of my life.

I mean, I'm so proud to be here.

I'm so excited to be here. Yeah!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Absolutely.

Do you know where I'd rather be

right now?

At Anfield, playing for Liverpool.

I love being a comedian,

but I'd rather be a footballer,

but I can't just decide

that I'm a footballer.

I can't just turn up at Liverpool's

training ground and tell

the manager, Jurgen Klopp,

that I'm now part of the team.

Do you think I could get away with

that? Do you think that's how?

Jurgen! Jurgen!

Jurgen!

Jurgen!

Over here, lad, by the fence!

Hiya, mate, you all right?

Yeah? Nice to meet you.

My name's Adam and I'm starring

up front on Saturday.

"But you're 16 stone, mate."

I'm very aware of that, Jurgen,

but I identify as

a Premier League striker, so

They've hired a trans model now,

so fair f*ck.

Fair enough.

That's a good move for diversity.

She absolutely moves the diversity

movement forward, fantastic.

And I'm not saying fat people

can't be models.

That's a complaint I got. Someone

said, "That's disgusting,

"that, saying fat people

can't be models."

We can! If you're fat and

you want to be a model, you can.

You just have to be realistic

about what shop it's in.

We need to be in the other shops
-

Primark, Ethel Austin's

..Screwfix, places like that.

You're not in Primark

cos of the model, are you?

You're there cos you need a jacket

and you've only got six quid!

Ladies and gentlemen, it's been

a pleasure to talk to you.

I'll see yous again.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen, Adam Rowe.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Ladies and gentlemen, have you

enjoyed yourselves this evening?

CHEERING

Please give a round of Applause

for the acts you've seen.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

you've seen Esther Manito

..and you've seen Adam Rowe.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I have been your host, Jen Brister.

Thank you very much and a goodnight!