A/N Hello, this is the first fic I've published, and it is indeed a real person fic. If you're not interested, leave now, the characters in this story will be Noel and Julian! Thank you for reading and I would love some feedback! Rated for slight language, and basically what I plan to write in further chapters.

~ Roy the Starfish

disclaimer I DO NOT own the Mighty Boosh.

Chapter 1

'Nige, are you comin' or not, we're gonna be late for the show at this rate!'

'Keep ya wig on mate, what does it matter if we're a couple of minutes late?'

Noel sighed, 'I've told you before! The acts'll take the piss out of us if we walk in late, don't you know anything?'

'Yeh, God Nige!' Dave mocked.

'Right I'm coming!'

'Finally.' Noel hurried out the door. Just last month Noel had laid in bed wondering what he wanted to do after university, he's clearly talented at art but was he really cut out to make it his career? If he did, would he earn enough money to buy all his ridiculous clothes and get his hair restyled every month? He approached Dexter, his art teacher, and asked him whether he thought he should pursue a career in art. Dexter had told him that he was very skilled at art, but better at making the class laugh, he had suggested that he should try doing some comedy gigs. Noel loved the idea, he loved being the centre of attention but he'd never thought properly about making a living out of prancing around on stage.

He had done as many gigs as he could in the last month, not paid ones, just to test how good he was. He'd seemed to get a generally good reaction. People loved his arty slant on comedy! He'd also tried his hardest to get tickets to every other comedian putting on a show in his area. Tonight was an evening he was really looking forward to. There were quite a few acts on the bill, but he didn't recognise any of the names.

The three art students rushed into the building, it turned out they were early after all. Noel just didn't want to repeat what had happened that one time he walked in late. 'I did say we weren't going to be late didn't I?'

'Oh shut up Nige, its better than being late isn't it!' They chose a table near the front with Noel sitting closest to the stage. The hall filled up quickly. There was a table of posh cocks next to them, but their table and the seats behind them filled up with bunches of eager-for-a-laugh students. The lights went down and the show began. Noel thought the compere was decidedly dull. So when he eventually read out the name of the first act Noel sat up immediately. They sat through the first three acts bored until they were given a short interval. 'Did you like any of them Dave?'

'Nah, not really, you're stacks better than all of them!'

'Why don't we leave, there's only two more acts now and I doubt it's going to get much better.'

'No way am I leaving! They usually get better as they go along. You can go if you want but Dave and I are staying.' The lights went down and the compere slugged back on stage.

'Guess I'm too late now.' Nige checked his watch, sighed and lolled his head back. The compere held up his mike and announced the next performer.

'And next up for you tonight we have, a great comedian, Mr Julian Barratt!' Noel sat up again and clapped, praying whoever this was he was going to be better than all the other crap he'd seen so far.