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On Wednesday, Stray, Luna, Wolfie and I headed down to Sheffield to see upcoming comedian Joe Lycett on his latest tour. The journey was not without difficulty as Wolfie's car refused to start for the second time in three days and he had to get a lift into work. By 5pm, the trip was looking doubtful, combined with the fact that the car was due to have its MOT on the Thursday morning meaning Wolfie had to get the issue sorted there and then. There was talk about Wolfie missing the gig and staying behind, particularly after Mr and Mrs Wolfie had come around earlier in the day to try and resolve the problem to no avail, but in the end Wolfie did manage to charge the battery and spring the beast into life, even if he did have to break into the car in order to do it (there was so little battery that not even the automatic locking system was working).
The journey down was surprisingly uneventful although I did add to the stress by insisting we had enough time to sit in the McDonald's just north of Sheffield, not realising that the stop-start city driving was going to see another half hour added to the journey. I had one of those deli wraps the filthy goth woman advertises on the commercials but it wasn't made as well, with the pulled pork sludge and other miscellaneous contents dribbling to the bottom of the moist tortilla creating a disappointing paste. I don't know why I try and be adventurous at McDonald's, I only end up regretting it and wishing I had gone for a quarter pounder instead. Finishing my meal, I also had the usual sensation of being hungry, McDonald's stuff never fills me up.
Anyway, we departed and headed back through the winter drizzle, arriving in Sheffield city centre fifteen minutes before the show was due to start. After a slight issue finding a car park due to a closed off road, we did manage to find a spot before yomping to the gig inside The Octagon theatre, part of the University of Sheffield. We were sat in the front row, just off to the right of the stage, and I was apprehensive that this would make us prime ribbing candidates (although that didn't stop me later in the show from admitting my bisexuality when Joe asked, with he too being bi). Stray had no such concerns, answering Joe's first question and getting into a five minute discussion about his work. It was all rather friendly and the show was fantastically good, both from him and the support who was an aggressive gay Glaswegian. Some of his jokes were a little pregnant but a couple were spectacularly good, and I hope to see more of him on the scene. Meanwhile, Joe was fantastic, particularly concerning the snotty letters he writes to people as well as his lampooning of motivational posters on social networks. Joe likes a pun - as you can tell by the fabulous title of the show - and at the interval he asked us to tweet musical references with a gay pun in them. I struggled, racking my brains and knowing a good one would come on the way home, as it frustratingly did with Fisters Of a Mercy but at least we did get the less creative Blow Patrol read out. It was great that the student bar had BrewDog's Punk IPA, something noted by Joe with his new friend Llewellyn at the start of the second half and although there was no interval ice cream, the show was excellent, passing very quickly indeed. However, one thing I couldn't get out of my head was exactly how Joe sounds like my friend Aremay, particularly when he's talking at higher pitches or making a point in a gravelly tone. It really was uncanny. It took me a good fifteen minutes to place it but when I did, it became quite surreal.
We had parked in a pay and display Wetherspoons car park so we opted for a quick drink before heading back, with the sat nav taking us some bizarre scenic way via Huddersfield. Whenever we requested the shorter route, it took us on a longer one for some reason but it was interesting driving through deathly ghost villages of darkened houses during the witching hour. All of this meant we didn't get back until half past midnight but the evening was a good one and Stray has resolved to see more live comedy, this being his first ever show. I really should get a comedy mailing list sorted as I see quite a few shows myself, it would be good to do it as an event with friends, particularly after how good this show was.
The journey down was surprisingly uneventful although I did add to the stress by insisting we had enough time to sit in the McDonald's just north of Sheffield, not realising that the stop-start city driving was going to see another half hour added to the journey. I had one of those deli wraps the filthy goth woman advertises on the commercials but it wasn't made as well, with the pulled pork sludge and other miscellaneous contents dribbling to the bottom of the moist tortilla creating a disappointing paste. I don't know why I try and be adventurous at McDonald's, I only end up regretting it and wishing I had gone for a quarter pounder instead. Finishing my meal, I also had the usual sensation of being hungry, McDonald's stuff never fills me up.
Anyway, we departed and headed back through the winter drizzle, arriving in Sheffield city centre fifteen minutes before the show was due to start. After a slight issue finding a car park due to a closed off road, we did manage to find a spot before yomping to the gig inside The Octagon theatre, part of the University of Sheffield. We were sat in the front row, just off to the right of the stage, and I was apprehensive that this would make us prime ribbing candidates (although that didn't stop me later in the show from admitting my bisexuality when Joe asked, with he too being bi). Stray had no such concerns, answering Joe's first question and getting into a five minute discussion about his work. It was all rather friendly and the show was fantastically good, both from him and the support who was an aggressive gay Glaswegian. Some of his jokes were a little pregnant but a couple were spectacularly good, and I hope to see more of him on the scene. Meanwhile, Joe was fantastic, particularly concerning the snotty letters he writes to people as well as his lampooning of motivational posters on social networks. Joe likes a pun - as you can tell by the fabulous title of the show - and at the interval he asked us to tweet musical references with a gay pun in them. I struggled, racking my brains and knowing a good one would come on the way home, as it frustratingly did with Fisters Of a Mercy but at least we did get the less creative Blow Patrol read out. It was great that the student bar had BrewDog's Punk IPA, something noted by Joe with his new friend Llewellyn at the start of the second half and although there was no interval ice cream, the show was excellent, passing very quickly indeed. However, one thing I couldn't get out of my head was exactly how Joe sounds like my friend Aremay, particularly when he's talking at higher pitches or making a point in a gravelly tone. It really was uncanny. It took me a good fifteen minutes to place it but when I did, it became quite surreal.
We had parked in a pay and display Wetherspoons car park so we opted for a quick drink before heading back, with the sat nav taking us some bizarre scenic way via Huddersfield. Whenever we requested the shorter route, it took us on a longer one for some reason but it was interesting driving through deathly ghost villages of darkened houses during the witching hour. All of this meant we didn't get back until half past midnight but the evening was a good one and Stray has resolved to see more live comedy, this being his first ever show. I really should get a comedy mailing list sorted as I see quite a few shows myself, it would be good to do it as an event with friends, particularly after how good this show was.
