Well has been a challenging week. Mr Wol came down with the dreaded lurgy last week and I was coughing like an end-stage emphysema patient and as Mr Wol got steadily worse we were staring down the barrel of a trip to Dublin for a Dara O'Briain gig and an IKEA marathon with no prospect of being fit enough to face either. In the end we scattered to the four winds with DD going south to her grandparents' house for a glorious weekend of being the only child (although we just dodged a bullet with that one as one of the dogs developed some serious health problems on the Monday which would not have been cheering at all for our depressively inclined DD - still waiting for proper diagnosis on the poor dog too), Mr Wol stayed at home in bed and BB and I headed north in the car to trek to Dublin. BB was a little star - mostly - and his Dublin granny was equally stellar and put him to bed sweetly so I could go to the gig. I was armed with a bottle of water and a full pack of Strepsils to combat the cough but was not actually sure I was physically able to laugh - dodgy state to go to a comedy gig in. As it turned out I fit right in with the rest of the 'weird night' audience. God! I have never heard so many hecklers! And not aggressive one, nooooo, worse, helpful 'funny' ones. Frankly I had paid to hear Dara and not the 't'rificly amusing' contributions of lots of drunk people. It seemed to faze Dara in the end and he switched to an almost 100% set piece format for the second half and didn't do his usual asking the audience things anymore. :( He also was not too keen on the very audible 'chatting amongst themselves' elements of the audience - he wasn't impressed,! he should have tried standing next to the fat idiots. (Big, tall, drunk fat idiots though - not the kind you can have a quiet word with). It is testament to Dara's talent that I still had an amazing time! Hell, I was standing up the entire gig (a nice cash cow trick of the venue to sell 'standing tickets' - what is this, Rugby?!) and I still had a great time. As predicted laughing was problematic but whopping and clapping worked very well. I would like to see him again from closer too - although we did have a great view
irishkate and I - and have a less bananas audience too. Come back Dara!
Next morning was rather shot at as still wired from the gig and the drive and BB had not slept well poor lamb so bottled on the IKEA expedition. Didn't fancy it solo to be honest. Next time. Next time had better be soon though as I am in serious need of a wardrobe in this house.
Favourite quote of the week - not Dara O'Briain but Jeremy Hardy on the News Quiz 'just because he's the idiot spawn of incestuous German robber barons doesn't mean he's not entitled to his opinion.' I wonder if you can guess who he's talking about ... Will tell you if nobody guesses.