Start of at the Tivoli, pack the chairs so close together that you border on a firehazard. Next make sure you get all the crowd liquored up because you didn’t cover your costs from the ticket price.
Sprinkle the audience with friends of the performers so they can whisper all the punch lines before the performers get a chance. Get them to video the whole thing on their mobiles so as to increase the distraction to other audience members.
After having one or two performers then decide you all need another 30 minute intermission so the crowd can get liquored up some more, and you can afford the flights back to Melbourne.
To complete the annoyance, sit in front of a bunch of thick neck yobo, rum and beer swilling bogans that decide the best way to make room for empties is to kick them all under the seat of the person in front of you.
Then get the comics to repeatedly make scatological references, and when that fails grab a some poxy props from off stage. Hoo-freaking-rah. Worst night ever.
