Pascoe is undertaking his PhD in Edinburgh, so I took the
opportunity to visit the Fringe.
After last year’s close encounter with the excellent
stand-up, John Kearns, you’d think I would have learned to sit at the back and
stay quiet. However, late at night, in the
Banshee Labyrinth, I did find myself responding to the compere’s plea and joining in a poetry slam where they
were short-handed.
Since I didn’t know I would be attending a poetry slam, nor
indeed what one actually was, let alone that I would be taking part, a veil is probably best drawn over my
performance.
And, Pascoe, although
I said that it was an accident when I stamped on your phone, I have to confess
that it wasn’t really.
Never video your mother when she’s had a whole half of cider
and decides to “do some poetry” in a public place.
Apart from that debacle, I was finding some of the comedians
just too potty-mouthed. It annoys me
when a sparky, talented and devastatingly funny person has to resort to jokes
about oral sex to feel sure of a laugh.
Instead, Pascoe and I went to more shows this time, and
loved Fable for its idealism, Bromance for its wit and incredible skill and The
Night Watch, for an excellent performance from Sasoon Moskofian and colleagues.
I know what you mean about stand up obscenity. That kind of vulgarity can be hard to swallow .
ReplyDeleteYou are very naughty, Springheel. But honestly, you would have got tired of those jokes!
DeleteIt's a fair cop, and I take your point
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