It was largely as I'd expected/foretold but I guess it's nice for my parents to have me there. It is a long difficult day for me and I still fail to see its relevance as a sporting event ie how a bunch of toffs standing around in blazers quaffing ludicrously overpriced champagne/Pimms
I have digressed, back to this years Henley. It was hellishly hot (for a change,usually it rains) so hot in fact that the Stewards (a bunch of doddery old guys)
I wrote all that yesterday (sat 4th july, my sisters birthday in fact) and have since been to see Mr Maxwell which was fun and more than a little amusing, once again I neglected to take any pictures, grrr! First things first we had forgotten, it being the 4th July, it was gay pride
Having finally got to the theatre and located the respective people we'd arranged to meet there we were ushered into a totally different space to last time, rather than it being a modern tiered seating place like last time this was just a room with a few chairs laid out with a table and a microphone stand at the front, proper raw, mano a mano if you'll excuse the expression intimate comedy, this was going to be great! When proceedings started it was fairly clear this was going to be fairly informal as this was an Edinburgh preview, as if to illustrate the informality of the situation, Maxwell got out a few crumpled pieces of paper and said 'here are the jokes, I might have to occasionally refer to these or scribble something down'. This is how professional Stand up comedy works folks. He started off by telling us how 'f*cking bloggers' have made their lives so much harder, and how out of work journalists are the most dangerous people. I felt slightly guilty that I might be making his life harder then I thought how many people read this and that fewer still might put themselves in harms way and take this seriously.
Even though Maxwell is an Irishman to the core he lives in London and observes like most UK standups how people in London only care about one thing, themselves. Sad but true, I only knew my neighbour in Brixton because she used to complain about the noise I made, now I'm in the sticks I know most of my neighbours and they even know my name at the local pub.
Maxwell observed some rather crazy London statistics, apparently 75% of gun crime is carried out with replica guns that won't ever fire and that 75% of street drug deals don't involve buying real drugs (a technique rife in Brixton, apparently), Maxwell then hilariously observed that if you went to go and buy some marijuana but got home to find it was Oregano (for example) and then went back and held up the dealer for your money with a fake gun, has a crime actually been committed? Comedy Gold. All in all I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. Maxwell was a little more aggressive and Sweary than he needed to be but that was probably because of the presence in the front row of a group of shouty Irish Idiots from Co. Mayo, a place that is to Ireland as Somerset is to England. Despite feeling exhausted, it was a fun, gutterall laugh of an evening, at points my face genuinely hurt. Thanks to Oli for doing a masterful job of looking after me, showing he can enjoy the small event as well as the big one (the lucky b*stards just back from Glastonbury which was apparently amazing) He's next chalked in to take me to see U2 and Elbow on August 14th at Wembley Stadium. I can't wait. You would think I should settle down to do some serious 'sod all' now but my physio Ian is driving me to the Albert hall to see some band called the Killers, Ian is as excited as a small child at christmas. I'm looking forward to it but it's hard to get excited about much these days.