Tony Hinchcliffe

Everybody else's podcast during the pandemic skyrocketed like that.

Us, the only show with a live audience was...

Done.

But we didn't stop.

I had to improvise, so we had people send in from home a video of themselves doing a one-minute set, which was horrendous.

I'm absolutely terrible.

Worse than doing roast jokes and killing and have one guy going, ooh, after each and every joke into a microphone attached to his cheek.

But it was dead silence.

Nothing was funny to us, by the way.

We lacked fucking vitamin D. We were used to having the instant gratification of a crowd every single week.

So we're watching these horrific one-minute sets.

And then we would Zoom with the people.

And by the way, don't even get me started on all the technical issues.

Playing a video, ending the video, starting the Zoom call with somebody that probably doesn't have the best Wi-Fi.

No great comedian knows how to work a computer or this or that or anything anyway.

So we were doing this, and then at one point, we were so excited because they allowed the fact that you could have tables outside of the Comedy Store, six feet apart, in the parking lot.

The parking lot was empty of cars.

Social distancing.

Oh, my God.

The dumbest fucking era of humanity that's ever existed.