July 24, 2005

  • What?  Angel Tube's only quite exciting?  I was very excited, myself, but that was me, last Sunday.  This Sunday, I have something quite exciting to share too:



    That's my Jon, that is.  Isn't he lovely?  He's got a very new haircut - and (this may surprise those of you who met my last boyfriend), I find the whole No. 1 haircut very cute and sexy.  It's those really short hairs at the nape of the neck.  Like velvet.


    Last night was weird, even by my standards.  It was all perfectly simple, until the second act at the Comedy Club, who slightly overran.  He was trying to tell us about the time he got 1000 people high on Mushrooms at Glastonbury (this guy goes by the moniker of Brendan Burns, and I can't find a website specifically for him).  He overran by approximately two hours - so, at 1 am about 30 of us were sitting in a flat in Elm Village, which is on the other side of Camden, while he stood there, dressed as a naughty nun, in pvc, wimple askew, finally getting to the point.  Via a ferret, and a weird woman, and an awful lot of stoned rambling.  We'd got there via a car park - where he'd made us all turn round while he put the nun's outfit on, which was something to do with a punchline involving Lost Vagueness, his nephew's sexual proclivities and a rectal examination.  We'd all got kicked out of the Lush Bar, on the corner of my street, and some woman said "why don't you all come back to mine?"


    I can't remember the punchline - I was shattered by the end of this excursion, and I haven't recovered properly yet.  As comedians go, he was mediocre, but he kicked off by unscrewing one of the windows in this incredibly warm room in the pub - and, well, what with that, the comedy in the car park,  all the weed that was being wafted round the place, and the possible public indecency (well, it wasn't the longest of nun's outfits), it's going to be quite interesting filling in the next street crime questionnaire "Well, I was with this guy in a nun's outfit who got threatened with violence by some crackhead".


    Tonight we are promming.  Dream of Gerontius.  Which is not by Handel, as I've been fondly imagining for several years, but Elgar.  I need to create rice salad, and have a nap.


    xxx

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