Heckler's

[GlassHarper]

Still here!

Yeah, Jeep, I'm still in N.O. and (at least during this gorgeous spring we're having) happy as a clam in unpolluted water.

I keep telling myself I should visit you folks, but the several infirmities that are slowing me down also have kept me from traveling very far from home. Next year I've got to remind myself that the time between Christmas and New Years is fallow here and I really ought to escape the cold humid days that were typical right thru this last winter. I managed to get out maybe ten times between Xmas and the end of February.

Best regards to all down there and say FU to Schmegley if you see him. I love you all!

[jeep caillouet]

Come on down , we'll have some fun I'll tell schmegly... Oh wait till you see my new act!...

[ALAKAZAM]

Those knives don't look that sharp mate!! Oh yea.... neither do you...

[Bob Carr]

I was performing in Germany in German and an American tourist yells "Do it in English, I don't understand!"

I cameback, "If history was different you would!"

The reaction for the audience was great. An Wooooh that broke into a laughter that they were trying to hold back.

I love what I can get away with as an Auslander.

[Butterfly Man]

I'm in Japan...

Guy comes up to me.

“Excuse me, I’m an English teacher over here I just saw your show.
If you ever get a heckler in Japan, I think I might have a line you can use.

Tofu no kadu ni atama o busketi shinei”

I say, “What’s that mean?”

He says, "It means you’re so stupid, if you bumped your head on the corner of a piece of Tofu, you would die” .

Crowds are extremely polite. Not a heckler on the horizon.

Then:

It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon, cherry blossom season.

An elderly Japanese gentleman in an expensive suit is very drunk, very early. He starts yelling at me in the middle of the show. I’ve got no idea what he’s saying.

I remember the line.

“Tofu no kadu ni atama o busketi shinei!!!”

At first, just silence.

Then a simultaneous atomic bomb
explosion of laughter and applause.

The front three rows recoil backwards from the powerful verbal blast.

A mushroom cloud puffs out over my head.

The old man surrenders, unconditionally.

[Lex Brodie]

Just out-stubborn 'em?