Scottish is the New Sexy...
Let's just sit and drool for a moment...
So tonight I went and saw Danny Boy at the Royalty Theatre. I have my own memories of that theatre involving 7 years of Calisthenics and far too many sequins. Thankfully since I was last there seeing Lano & Woodley its got new seats and had a dust.
Our seats were right at the front, best seats ever, I could see the two hairs on his chest every time his shirt popped open heh.
The show began with the lights dimmed and a smoke machine working overtime. The curtains open and Danny was a silhouette with screaming bagpipes. The lights went up and he was holding a stool and the laughter went on from there.
Topics covered included Adelaide, Australia, Australian slang, Scotland, cats vomiting, dogs vomiting, Italians, French romance, England losing, Parliament Question time ("MR SPEAKER!") the little old lady that lives below him and her spelling out of naughty words (Lady:"The gardener left the garden looking s.h.i.t", Danny, "What a c.u.n.t....oops") drinking, drunks, hurting his arm, Humphry Bear, Eddie McGuire ("get fucked you dicksplash...oops") how dancing has changed, 50 Cent (36p in the UK), religion, death threats (psycho: "if you ever make religious jokes here again I'll stab you in the neck!" Danny: "Does it have to be the neck?") airport security, national anthems,the drought and a mocking commentary of the late arrivals.
Danny was just gorgeous to watch and in his manner on stage. He was so full of energy and enthusiastic you couldn't not enjoy yourself. Now to count down the days until next Fringe so I can see him again.
Oh and I got a brief glimpse of Sean Hughes as he left the theatre from his gig before which made me happier than it should... "Its Seany's Show lalala..."
So tonight I went and saw Danny Boy at the Royalty Theatre. I have my own memories of that theatre involving 7 years of Calisthenics and far too many sequins. Thankfully since I was last there seeing Lano & Woodley its got new seats and had a dust.
Our seats were right at the front, best seats ever, I could see the two hairs on his chest every time his shirt popped open heh.
The show began with the lights dimmed and a smoke machine working overtime. The curtains open and Danny was a silhouette with screaming bagpipes. The lights went up and he was holding a stool and the laughter went on from there.
Topics covered included Adelaide, Australia, Australian slang, Scotland, cats vomiting, dogs vomiting, Italians, French romance, England losing, Parliament Question time ("MR SPEAKER!") the little old lady that lives below him and her spelling out of naughty words (Lady:"The gardener left the garden looking s.h.i.t", Danny, "What a c.u.n.t....oops") drinking, drunks, hurting his arm, Humphry Bear, Eddie McGuire ("get fucked you dicksplash...oops") how dancing has changed, 50 Cent (36p in the UK), religion, death threats (psycho: "if you ever make religious jokes here again I'll stab you in the neck!" Danny: "Does it have to be the neck?") airport security, national anthems,the drought and a mocking commentary of the late arrivals.
Danny was just gorgeous to watch and in his manner on stage. He was so full of energy and enthusiastic you couldn't not enjoy yourself. Now to count down the days until next Fringe so I can see him again.
Oh and I got a brief glimpse of Sean Hughes as he left the theatre from his gig before which made me happier than it should... "Its Seany's Show lalala..."