In the past few weeks, I briefly became a hot topic on Twitter; I was in a couple of national newspapers; I was written about exhaustively on every comedy website of note; and I became enough of a talking point – at least in certain small, Soho-based circles – that quite a few conversations I’ve had have begun with people asking, “How have you been?” You could say that I’ve been the centre of attention, which is what all comedians want, in a nutshell. So that’s the good news.
The less good news is that I got all that attention by being called a c*** by a better-known television comedian, Frankie Boyle, in a tweet. This word is deemed so offensive that I typed it here with the asterisks already in place, rather than waiting for it to be censored, in case I should upset the feelings of a vulnerable sub-editor. I’m only half-joking.
A fair few people don’t even like to look at that word on a page, let alone hear it. Imagine having it applied to you in full view of a large number of your peers by someone so influential that thousands of people will be inclined instinctively to agree without looking into the situation. That’s been my month.
What I did to occasion the anger of my colleague was to write a blog, some months ago, which had belatedly come to his attention. In it, I remarked on how he had been involved in controversy after making jokes about Down’s syndrome and then refusing to apologise to the mother of a sufferer who was in his audience. I wasn’t the only comedian to feel uneasy about the impression of our industry that this incident gave to the general public. Several publicly criticised Boyle, feeling that, this time, he had gone too far in pursuit of shock laughs. But, for some reason, it was I who got on his wrong side. I’m reluctant to stir up the subject all over again, but it is a pressing one and I would like to clarify what I was trying to say: not about that comic in particular, but about comedy.
Stand-up has long been regarded as a kind of outlaw form of entertainment that exists somewhere on the boundaries of good taste and likes nothing better than to stray to the other side. This has made it one of the most successful art forms – for want of a less pretentious word – of the new century. And it has managed to hold on to this maverick reputation in spite of becoming more and more mainstream. You can now tune in to shows such as Mock the Week on BBC2 and hear gags that many comics would have shied away from, even in working men’s clubs, not too long ago. I think most of us would agree that this is a step forward. We’re adults, we know that a joke is a joke, we can choose to watch things or not, and so on.
The trouble is, if you don’t draw a line somewhere, what may have started out as “edginess” can quickly turn into mean-spirited bullying of the weakest members of society. What’s an acceptable subject for comedy? Those suffering from degenerative diseases? The Holocaust? Rape victims? I’ve seen all of these subjects covered by comedians in the past fortnight alone.
It is hard not to wonder whether comedy’s freedom of speech is as much of a step forward as we thought, especially if all it means is that a largely white, middle-class audience gets to laugh at other people whose lives haven’t turned out as well as theirs; or if, in the process, it allows stereotypes to be hammered home that comedy should be breaking down, rather than reinforcing.
I am as guilty as anyone else of taking on soft targets to get laughs and saying things on the spur of the moment that, in hindsight, sound awful. I didn’t intend to vilify the stand-up comic who called me a “coot” (as I paraphrased it to my mother), or anyone else who has let something slip while desperately chasing laughs, as we all do.
I am also aware – as my adversary pointed out – that I’ve done things that suggest a lack of integrity (advertising cider, appearing on shows that I knew weren’t very good and giving a private performance for the Pope, though one of those may not be true).
I think that comedians should have a debate about the limits of their freedom to talk about things that could hurt defenceless people. If there are no limits, then fair enough. But live comedy might end up losing a bit of its faddishness. People will eventually tire of paying good money to see something that amounts to a crude exchange of insults. I mean, if I want to see that, I could just go on Twitter.