that's twice now

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Tess has sworn she will never again let me book tickets for comedy festival shows. To be fair, she has good reason.

Monday night was Danny Bhoy — and I managed to purchase tickets to seats in the fourth row from the front. I know what you're thinking, because it's the first argument I tried in attempting to wipe the disapproving I KEEL YOU NOW look off Tessa's face: Danny Bhoy's not particularly mean to his audience, there's nothing to worry about. Sure. Nothing except the plethora of cameras filming the show. The plethora of cameras trained on Tess and I for, oh, I don't know, the duration of the show.

Last night was Dylan Moran. No cameras this time, but Moran is a bit snarkier when it comes to picking on his audience. And where were we? Oh yes, that's right. Third row from the front, centre stage. Safe to say we spent the majority of the show slunk down in our seats, flinching at sudden movements. Luckily, we escaped unscathed, I think largely due to the fact that there were children directly in front of us. Thank all that's holy for the children.1

  1. and that's not a phrase you'll hear me utter very often []

10 thoughts on “that's twice now

    1. Turns out that Bernard Black is essentially Dylan Moran with very little acting involved, so you'd love his stand up routines as well

  1. So you let the mean guy savage the little children just to protect yourself? That's just — cold.

    And yet I strangely approve. Well played!

      1. And hey, he gave the kiddies chocolate at the end. By accepting the chocolate they waived all right to complain about being used as our comedy shields.

          1. Oh. Well, the child did seem remarkably happy to receive the lobbed litter/chocolate, so I assumed it was chocolate. Child might be foolish enough to be happy about being given litter, though. Hadn't considered that.

            And that's a much better story. I think I'll choose to remember it that way. Huzzah.

    1. Or possibly one stupid, stupid newcomer accompanied by one patient, horrified native melbournian…twice. I think I have reached the end of my luck on that front!

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