American actor, Tracy Morgan gets in an accident barely 15-minutes
after buying a $2 Million Bugatti
American
actor, Tracy Morgan picked up a $2 million Bugatti sports car on
Tuesday and then immediately got into a minor car crash on the streets of
New York City.
According to a NYPD
spokesperson, the department received a call around 1:20 p.m. about a
motor vehicle accident at the intersection of 42nd Street and Tenth Avenue in
Manhattan.
"When officers
got to the scene, they found two vehicles that were involved in a very minor
traffic accident where two cars were basically side by side, and as the light
turned green the cars touched. They rubbed slightly" the NYPD
spokesperson said.
Although the damage
was minor, Morgan still appeared furious at the scene. In videos going round on
social media, the 50-year-old comedian is seen climbing out of his
sports car and banging on the window of the silver Honda CR-V, which police
said was driven by a 61-year-old woman.
"It's a $2
million car!" Morgan can be heard telling bystanders. "Just bought
it!" Morgan was seen entering an ambulance at the scene, but police
said the comedian was not hurt and had merely asked to sit in the vehicle
to get out of the sun and the view of the public and paparazzi.
Seasoned Events MC , OAP and Comedian
Wamilele becomes a Ping Express ambassador. Ping Express is the fast growing
and expanding online money transfer service with coverage in over 30 countries
including USA, Canada and Europe.
As the first indigenous operator to be
licensed by the CBN, they have decided to collaborate with Wamilele who is
celebrating his 20 years on stage as a compere and comedian . He is well known
for being a popular choice anchor as well as his witty delivery on stage. Wamilele
has carved a niche as one of the top Events MC and Comedian in the United
States.
Therefore , it’s not surprising that he has
joined the likes of Basketmouth and Woli Arole in collaborating with a company
that continuously strives to put smiles on the faces of our customers, while
they send money to Africa via its platform www.ping-express.com
Through Ping Express, customers around the
world can instantly send money to bank accounts, mobile wallets and Mpesa in
Africa from the convenience of their homes using their smartphones.
Ali Baba Is Se To Give N30million to Youths in Nigeria
Nigerian comedian Ali Baba who is considered as the number one comedian in Nigeria is set to mark his 30 years in the entertainment industry in a grand style. He made a post on his Instagram page, where he disclosed that he will be giving out a sum of N30million to Nigerian youth
According to the comedian, he is going to give out the said amount of money to youths that are below 30 years of age and this is to celebrate his 30 years anniversary in the comedy industry.
“In the days to come… As I kick off the and below celebration of 30 years on stage as a comedian, I will be revealing how 30 Nigerians below the age of 30 will benefit from my N30m intervention revolving loan. You need to begin to structure your business now before September 30. What kind of business are you into? Can your business give me back my N1m if I give it to you without interest in 1 year?” he wrote.
He wants to use this as a means of giving back to the society, whom he believes has made him what he is today. According to Ali Baba, he wants to help the young people in the street to develop their spirits of entrepreneurship and also create an opportunity for their dreams.
Ali Baba whose real names are Atunyota Alleluya Akpobome started comedy in the year 1988 and according to him, it all started by chance at the then Edo State University, Ekpoma. He never thought he was going into comedy until a friend invited him on stage when the MC that was meant to anchor the program for that day refused to appear.
Ali Baba was born in Warri, Delta State, on June 24, 1965, to the Royal Family of Agbarha Otor, Ughelli North Local Government Area. He is the first son after several girls. He spent the first 8 years of his life in Warri (Delta State, Nigeria).
‘ We all wear a mask. We’re all a mess. Who out there isn’t all they appear to be, all of the time?’ Photograph: Andy Rain/EPA
I’m a comedian but I don’t think I’m that sad. To be fair, I don’t think I’m that funny either, but that’s a whole other comments section under a whole other article called: “Do you have a receipt for that joke; if not, then I won’t be refunding your ticket.”
So why don’t I give refunds? Sorry, lost my train of thought there. Why are comedians so sad? Well, the majority I know aren’t. Sure, they’re unemployed, they lack sun and they spend far too long waiting to catch someone’s eye in the Soho theatre bar, but sad? Maybe, actually, by the sounds of that breakdown – no pun intended. But any more than anyone else? Surely it’s just that we hear them talk about it more than, say, a shepherd or a leading light in phlebotomy?
Now I’m not saying that I haven’t had my own moments of despair. Life is always there to smack you in the johnson right when you think you’ve got it nailed. But the sadness passed. It blew over. It wasn’t a symptom of anything more sinister. Besides, as a character comic, I use my job as a means of escape, as the one straight line when everything else seems jagged. Yes, I’ve looked in the mirror on my way out, baffled at the notion that I am about to become someone’s entertainment for the night But once I’m out there, working, it’s fine. I know who I am on a stage. I can leave the real world behind and assert some sort of control.
A standup comedian is encouraged to be more like themselves. People crave their honesty to hopefully provide a shock, some kinship or a fresh assault on some previously taboo boundary. But if they display such an extreme level of openness, does it come at a cost? Hannah Gadsby brilliantly raises this in her show Nanette, which explores the idea that offering something personal can lead to feelings of emptiness, dissatisfaction and anger. Chris Rock has spoken about hating the famous Chris Farley Chippendales sketch from Saturday Night Live because its central premise is, “We can’t hire you because you’re fat”. Given how much Farley wanted to be liked, he believes it’s one of the things that ultimately led him to take his own life. The pressure to please sometimes comes at the highest price.
I often wonder how comedians such as Gadsby dare to take a step towards their darkness before finding a way to present it to an audience. Is it therapeutic for them to constantly revisit that pain? Does it soften? Do they always feel that original ire or do they sometimes have to recreate it? And, given that their honesty might be helping many others think and speak up about their own experiences, is the show always theirs? When do they feel able to stop performing it and move on to something else? Something a little lighter perhaps? With a dog? How honest can any performance actually be?
This makes sense, given my entire career was born out of a lie. Two lies, actually. The first was when I made up all my grades on my UCCA form to get into university. Ds to Bs, that kind of thing. The second was with a play I wrote that I thought was a taut, two-handed cat-and-mouse-style thriller, along the same lines as Anthony Shaffer’s Sleuth. A dark and deadly study into the uncompromising world of blackmail, infidelity and Subbuteo. Trouble was, nobody else did and they laughed all the way through it. I was faced with a choice: to correct them and accuse them all of being philistines, or go with it and pretend that it had all been intentional? One swift application of Tipp-Ex later and my drama became a comedy, my Pinter became an Ernie Wise, and my wink became forever knowing.
The deceit has continued into modern day too. I play a lot of alpha male characters who are nothing like me. Most, if not all, are horrifically enhanced tools taken to the nth degree. But audiences don’t know that, nor should they.
This possibly explains why some men have squared up to me, mid-show, to kindly offer to kick my head in. Brighton Guy, I’m talking to you and your inability to distinguish Sean Bean from me with a squint. I actually enjoy the enormous disconnect that exists between what I think I’m doing on a stage and what an audience thinks I’m doing. It keeps the reality at bay and makes sure I can separate my work from life. I can work a lot of things out behind a squint and I don’t want people to see who I really am. It’s none of their business. Also, were I to drop the facade and do a fully honest hour, I’d worry no one would care. Can you imagine getting a one-star review for your actual life?
Once again, I can look back to note the exact moment I knew “the real Adam” would never appear on stage. I was five and my mother and grandmother had entered me into the village fancy dress contest. They thought, given my name was Adam, I should go as Adam, the first man. Their thinking being that the sheer toddler-sized balls of it all would surely have proved enough to destroy whatever chances next door’s pink fairy would have had.
Turns out toddler-sized balls were a running theme as the “costume” they had “designed” for me proved to be nothing more than a tiny green crepe-paper leaf. Just one. No token arse leaf. Sure, I had a rubber snake dangled over my shoulder and a green apple with a bite taken out of it to add a degree of biblical accuracy, but aside from that, I was the original commando. I came second, by the way, to a kid dressed as an old man.
Lies, Tipp-Ex, humiliation … am I sad? Remarkably, no. Troubled? Hell, yes. But you do what you do to get by, however it comes out, don’t you? We all wear a mask. We’re all a mess. Who out there isn’t all they appear to be, all of the time? But it’s not the comedy that makes me sad, it’s the comedy that makes me better. Live and let laugh, that’s what I say. Oh, and always wear an arse leaf.
• Adam Riches is a comedian and winner of the 2011 Foster’s Edinburgh comedy award. He is performing for five nights at the Vault festival, 28 February to 4 March.
