So Al and I went to see Dylan Moran on Friday at the Hammersmith Apollo. A fantastically good show, well up to the standard of his previous show at Vicar Street Dublin, which we’d seen on DVD.
As you’d expect, it was a typically rambling performance touching on a wide variety of subjects such as:
- How children prevent you from having more children by sleeping in your bed.
- Living in the country.
- How your mother lures you with nice things…AND THEN THE CAGE COMES DOWN!
- Dealing with kids’ questions - e.g. the name of the space between the teeth of combs, or the space under the kettle…
Fairly random if you see what I mean. The living in the country one was great:
Country Person: Well, you know old Mrs who works down at the post office.
You: No.
Country Person: Oh you must know them, their kid is friends with , etc etc.
You: No, I don’t.
Continues in this fashion for a while.
Country Person: Oh you must know them.
You: No, I really don’t!
Country Person: Well she’s dead.
Classic.
