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lupestripe) wrote2018-03-14 12:01 am
lupestripe) wrote2018-03-14 12:01 am
Tim Vine - Sunset Milk Idiot
Tuesday was the second show of the week as Wolfie and I headed into Bradford to see Tim Vine's new show, Sunset Milk Idiot. Taneli had bought the tickets on our behalf and we hooked up with him and his brother in the Starbucks on Centennary Square, near the magnificent Alhambra, where the show was set to take place. We hadn't seen Taneli for a good couple of months, so it was great to catch up with him again, particularly in the coffee house as we had about forty-five minutes to kill before the performance.
We headed over to the theatre with plenty of time to spare, making our way high up into the gods as we were in the Upper Circle. It was all rather steep but the view of the stage was excellent, although I did struggle with the acoustics on occasion. Still, it didn't impair my enjoyment of the show, which started with thirty minutes from magician John Archer, who was Vine's support act. We had seen him on Vine's last tour and loved him then, and he didn't disappoint this time too. The tricks were fabulous while the humour was cutting yet still retaining its warmth. The stunt with the lottery numbers in particular was fantastic.
We didn't have enough money for ice cream at the interval, which caused a slight tension between Wolfie and I, as I had asked him whether he did have money. The crisis was averted though when we discovered the main kiosk downstairs sold ice cream and also took cards for payments over £5. Even though two vanilla ice creams were £5.60, I got some Jelly Babies for the princely sum of £3 too.
Then it was time for Vine, a one hour twenty minute set that was only hampered by the theatre seats given me butt rot towards the end. Being squished between Taneli and Wolfie wasn't the most comfortable experience either, while my knee condition threatened to flare up too, but that was nothing compared to the bright orange shirt and blue shorts ensemble Vine was sporting. Still, the one-liners came thick and fast, with most hitting more than they missed so the pain was easily forgotten. Some of the jokes were quite predictable, but there was some great mis-direction too, while the frequent return to the 'you're the xxx-est person in the room' be it oldest, tallest etc meant there was an excuse for a good singalong. Indeed, there were many songs to sing along to and this was the glue that held the show together. Of course, there was a lot of prop based comedy as well and although on balance I probably preferred his previous tour, this was still money well-spent. After all, the porcupine on a toboggon joke (a sledgehog) was worth it in itself, as was the reprise of the tense 'pen behind the ear' skit.
Wolfie has been absolutely knackered today on account of being on call and being called out at 3am, so he just wanted to head home afterwards, while I didn't want to drink due to the heavy drinking I am expecting on Wednesday at Brewdog's fifth birthday celebrations. Consequently, after the show, we just headed home, grabbed a shower and settled down in preparation for the next events in a rather busy week.
We headed over to the theatre with plenty of time to spare, making our way high up into the gods as we were in the Upper Circle. It was all rather steep but the view of the stage was excellent, although I did struggle with the acoustics on occasion. Still, it didn't impair my enjoyment of the show, which started with thirty minutes from magician John Archer, who was Vine's support act. We had seen him on Vine's last tour and loved him then, and he didn't disappoint this time too. The tricks were fabulous while the humour was cutting yet still retaining its warmth. The stunt with the lottery numbers in particular was fantastic.
We didn't have enough money for ice cream at the interval, which caused a slight tension between Wolfie and I, as I had asked him whether he did have money. The crisis was averted though when we discovered the main kiosk downstairs sold ice cream and also took cards for payments over £5. Even though two vanilla ice creams were £5.60, I got some Jelly Babies for the princely sum of £3 too.
Then it was time for Vine, a one hour twenty minute set that was only hampered by the theatre seats given me butt rot towards the end. Being squished between Taneli and Wolfie wasn't the most comfortable experience either, while my knee condition threatened to flare up too, but that was nothing compared to the bright orange shirt and blue shorts ensemble Vine was sporting. Still, the one-liners came thick and fast, with most hitting more than they missed so the pain was easily forgotten. Some of the jokes were quite predictable, but there was some great mis-direction too, while the frequent return to the 'you're the xxx-est person in the room' be it oldest, tallest etc meant there was an excuse for a good singalong. Indeed, there were many songs to sing along to and this was the glue that held the show together. Of course, there was a lot of prop based comedy as well and although on balance I probably preferred his previous tour, this was still money well-spent. After all, the porcupine on a toboggon joke (a sledgehog) was worth it in itself, as was the reprise of the tense 'pen behind the ear' skit.
Wolfie has been absolutely knackered today on account of being on call and being called out at 3am, so he just wanted to head home afterwards, while I didn't want to drink due to the heavy drinking I am expecting on Wednesday at Brewdog's fifth birthday celebrations. Consequently, after the show, we just headed home, grabbed a shower and settled down in preparation for the next events in a rather busy week.