Ed Byrne - Different Class

So tonight my run of seeing comedians came to an end with my third comedian in the space of six days. But now I have decided to kick my dangerous habit of comedians as they are making my sides hurt so I am going to stick to alcohol instead.

If Dylan Moran was whimsical and Andy Parsons was political, Ed Byrne is more your traditional comedian in so far that he talks about trivial day to day issues such as married life, his upbringing and the like. He is also more of a story teller than Moran and Parsons and so this means you are likely to get less laughs per minute but when the laughs do come, they are often funnier.

Byrne was on good form tonight although compared to Parsons, he was nowhere close. The Encore was excellent and some of his stories really rang true. The whole second half dedicated to his marriage was fantastic but I must admit that I was a little disappointed when the biggest laughs of the night came when he used the word cunt. I also got the annoying couply couple sat in front of me who were quite clearly engaged as they wouldn't stop talking about their own marriage plans and relating it to Byrne's own, whilst he was retelling them during his act.

By the by, despite the lack of true belly laughs, today's gig was a good one and I am glad I went. The focus was on class and the nature of it and he made some very wry perceptions about the nature of social hierarchy. Coming out in a Mr Pefect T-Shirt for the first half then a full suit for the second, seemed to highlight this point well.

So as I say, three comedians, three different styles. None disappointed although Moran was a lot weaker than when I saw him in 2004 come to think of it.

I really have missed live comedy and music and it would be great to do more. The sad thing is that on the average weeknight in this town, I have no one to go with...

P.S. On both sides of me tonight, there were two empty seats (seating was unreserved). No one wanted to sit next to me. I put it down to the tramp look I am cultivating. I haven't shaved in a fortnight, my hair was unkempt, my trousers were dirty and I was supping a pint of ale. I may have to try this tactic more often...

P.P.S. I have also signed up to Twitter. Don't know why, may never use it, but I thought I might as well at least give it a bash. LJ will still be my main port of call though for talking rubbish :P

Ed Byrne - Different Class

So tonight my run of seeing comedians came to an end with my third comedian in the space of six days. But now I have decided to kick my dangerous habit of comedians as they are making my sides hurt so I am going to stick to alcohol instead.

If Dylan Moran was whimsical and Andy Parsons was political, Ed Byrne is more your traditional comedian in so far that he talks about trivial day to day issues such as married life, his upbringing and the like. He is also more of a story teller than Moran and Parsons and so this means you are likely to get less laughs per minute but when the laughs do come, they are often funnier.

Byrne was on good form tonight although compared to Parsons, he was nowhere close. The Encore was excellent and some of his stories really rang true. The whole second half dedicated to his marriage was fantastic but I must admit that I was a little disappointed when the biggest laughs of the night came when he used the word cunt. I also got the annoying couply couple sat in front of me who were quite clearly engaged as they wouldn't stop talking about their own marriage plans and relating it to Byrne's own, whilst he was retelling them during his act.

By the by, despite the lack of true belly laughs, today's gig was a good one and I am glad I went. The focus was on class and the nature of it and he made some very wry perceptions about the nature of social hierarchy. Coming out in a Mr Pefect T-Shirt for the first half then a full suit for the second, seemed to highlight this point well.

So as I say, three comedians, three different styles. None disappointed although Moran was a lot weaker than when I saw him in 2004 come to think of it.

I really have missed live comedy and music and it would be great to do more. The sad thing is that on the average weeknight in this town, I have no one to go with...

P.S. On both sides of me tonight, there were two empty seats (seating was unreserved). No one wanted to sit next to me. I put it down to the tramp look I am cultivating. I haven't shaved in a fortnight, my hair was unkempt, my trousers were dirty and I was supping a pint of ale. I may have to try this tactic more often...

P.P.S. I have also signed up to Twitter. Don't know why, may never use it, but I thought I might as well at least give it a bash. LJ will still be my main port of call though for talking rubbish :P

Do Us A Flavour - Onion Bhaji

And finally we have reached the end of our journey. I hope you found it as pleasant and as comfortable as the average National Express Train when you are forced to sit in vestibule class with the scary looking student listening to third-rate indie on his iPod whilst you try to dodge the strange liquid that is leaking from the toilet all over the carpet.

I hope you have enjoyed our little foray into the world of rancid crisps. Next week, we will review all the normal flavours just for good measure. Still, at least I never have to eat these things again (see the sacrifices I put myself through for you :). Now I can finally live again...

Onion Bhaji

The slightly cannibalistic picture on the packet belies the delicate taste sensation within. An onion-headed person who appears to have a bonce more aligned with that of a teapot than an onion is wildly excited about a plate that contains something resembling horse droppings. Apparently this was Carole from Durham’s inspiration so she has achieved something that only Cash In The Attic has also achieved – turning shit into gold.

Describing these crisps as “mildly spicy” is like describing Saddam Hussein as a very naughty man as they knock your block off – teapot shaped or otherwise.

Still, they have managed to capture the flavour of slightly disappointing Indian food quite well. They have even gone so far as to replicate the sensation of nausea associated with the food poisoning induced after eating a very dodgy curry. All they need now is to replicate the drunken stagger home after ten pints of Stella and the perfect British Saturday night out would be cannonised in crisp form.

Apparently this crisp will “bhaji” its way into your favourites as it will “tikka” all the right boxes. With puns like that, they may be right.

The parallel between these crisps and applying for a second mortgage is actually quite shrewd as the two actions are similar. After all, you expect so much from both but both leave you with a sense of disappointment, gluttony and nausea once the ordeal is over. Still, it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Credit Crunch” I suppose…

Lupe’s Verdict: 8/10
Wolfie’s Verdict: 8/10

Do Us A Flavour - Onion Bhaji

And finally we have reached the end of our journey. I hope you found it as pleasant and as comfortable as the average National Express Train when you are forced to sit in vestibule class with the scary looking student listening to third-rate indie on his iPod whilst you try to dodge the strange liquid that is leaking from the toilet all over the carpet.

I hope you have enjoyed our little foray into the world of rancid crisps. Next week, we will review all the normal flavours just for good measure. Still, at least I never have to eat these things again (see the sacrifices I put myself through for you :). Now I can finally live again...

Onion Bhaji

The slightly cannibalistic picture on the packet belies the delicate taste sensation within. An onion-headed person who appears to have a bonce more aligned with that of a teapot than an onion is wildly excited about a plate that contains something resembling horse droppings. Apparently this was Carole from Durham’s inspiration so she has achieved something that only Cash In The Attic has also achieved – turning shit into gold.

Describing these crisps as “mildly spicy” is like describing Saddam Hussein as a very naughty man as they knock your block off – teapot shaped or otherwise.

Still, they have managed to capture the flavour of slightly disappointing Indian food quite well. They have even gone so far as to replicate the sensation of nausea associated with the food poisoning induced after eating a very dodgy curry. All they need now is to replicate the drunken stagger home after ten pints of Stella and the perfect British Saturday night out would be cannonised in crisp form.

Apparently this crisp will “bhaji” its way into your favourites as it will “tikka” all the right boxes. With puns like that, they may be right.

The parallel between these crisps and applying for a second mortgage is actually quite shrewd as the two actions are similar. After all, you expect so much from both but both leave you with a sense of disappointment, gluttony and nausea once the ordeal is over. Still, it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “Credit Crunch” I suppose…

Lupe’s Verdict: 8/10
Wolfie’s Verdict: 8/10