I did WHAT?

May 15, 2009 14:40

Brendan Burns is a shouty Aussie comedian, ever smart and crude and prone to roaring. A sweetheart too. And I don't say that of many folk who have suggested friends get "gut f~cked in the c~nt eye", while proving a point about Barrymore's pressing responsibilities as a party host.

Now three years sober, over the apology stage and into full-flight of living, he's getting to shine as he never did before. No drink, no drugs, just a whole lotta Red Bull and drive.

This week, I saw him banter with Trevor Lock about one of that small-faced man's first gigs, mebbes eight or nine years ago. Brendan didn't remember it at all, referring to this as one of many sets in "the lost years". Trevor extremely did, brightly telling the blustery ocker looming in a corner alcove how he had gone through a woman's bag, found and unwrapped a condom, then swallowed it. Some cheery hilarity on the need for greater protein in one's diet did follow. No re-enactment was deemed necessary. Etc.

Many have had nights where other folk have been put in charge of remembering events and embarrassments, the power to the memory circuits having been re-routed to maintain verticality and/or speech functions. It's the tawdry inverse of hearing about someone else's dream, and is all-but universal. But it hadn't occurred to me before that you could sober up and then spend the rest of your days learning about your own past as though it in itself is a great adventure, intermittently interjecting with a "cor" or an "urgh".

"...And what else did I do?"
"Well then you lost the bet so you set your trousers on fire dear."
"And this is after I bench-pressed a Welshman?"
"With your son as your second, yes."

Lumme.

comedy, brendan burns, oops, boozes

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