I had the best gig I've had for a long, long time last night.
This was especially pleasing as the set mainly comprised of new stuff I'd just cobbled together yesterday afternoon, and it was generally well received.
This put a bit of a spring in my step...
It was a great Monday night at The Stand with all the acts doing well. Not a car crash in sight...!
I particularly enjoyed the high energy wackiness of Mike Belgrave and Chris McCausland, a blind comedian.
They both had the place rocking.
I'd seen Chris sitting in the dressing room earlier on.
I thought he'd looked really nervous, with what I interpreted as a deep in thought "thousand yard stare",(you get used to seeing this expression on new acts' faces waiting their turn to go onstage. Although it turned out he was far from being a "new act" ). I didn't realise he was blind until I saw him being led onto stage by a helper.
He played on the blindness initially making a few quips about his "observational comedy" style.
However, the blindness wasn't used as a dominant subject for him, and he just turned out to be an incredibly funny comic.
I walked past "The Canny Man" pub in Edinburgh yesterday.
I used to go there with my labourer colleagues a long,long time ago, when I was working on the extension to the Royal Edinburgh Hospital. My contribution to the building process was principally to sweep up after the plasterers. This was well in the running for one of "the worst jobs I've ever had".
In fact this was so long ago, that a lunchtime pint in this pub was accompanied by the sophisticated entertainment of Go Go Dancers.
It's changed days now for the Canny Man. It has something of a reputation as an elitist hostelry, with extremely stringent admittance policies.
There's a big engraved sign next to the front door with the following inscription ;
"NO CAMERAS ; NO CREDIT CARDS ; NO SMOKING ; NO MOBILE PHONES ; NO BACKPACKERS".
It's not the most welcoming of pronouncements.
It does tempt you to get a backpack, light a cigar, shout into a mobile phone a la Dom Jolly, put a SLR camera with a 3ft telephoto lens round your neck and rush in shouting "Do you take American Express?", waving your credit card in the air.
I was a bit worried about Ronnie O'Sullivan yesterday. He was 9-7 down at one point, and I feared that he had taken my bold words rather literally and was in fact seriously attempting to win the Snooker World Championship with his cue stuck up his arse.
Thankfully, he prevailed and now faces Mark "I'm miserable, me, you see" Williams of Wales in the quarter final.
3 comments:
My friends dad owns the Canny Man's. Not that he knows him. Left when he was very young. Apparent went in one day and paid by credit card with his name on it (obviously). The look must have been something. Must be the reason that they no longer take credit cards
ahhh...I see....makes sense...!
that is such a porn star name you have there Dickie...! :-)
And it is absolutely true!!
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