True story. This Scotsman, Stevie Starr, whom we never thought we’d see again, was one of the comics who shared a dressing room with your WOW Report editor back in the ’90s when we foolishly volunteered to perform five long, grueling, sweaty minutes of standup at Club Soda during Montreal’s venerable Just for Laughs comedy festival so we could write about it in Details magazine. Sadly, for us, Starr was the act just before us, so we had to follow the guy who ingested live goldfish, for God’s sake, then regurgitated them in reverse order. He stole our act, which was in gestation. (Painful memory via Knife Writer)