Henning Wehn

A rare night out for me and the Big Bloke to see Henning Wehn at the Theatre Royal.

He was clever and funny and kind enough to stand far enough back on the stage that we could see him from our seats up in the gods.

Sadly though what will probably stick in my mind of this evening was our short walk down the High Street at 7pm where our senses were assaulted by the local wildlife. A gaggle of stag night golfers, complete with inflatable clubs, plus fours, Fair Isle tank tops and tam o shanters; a woman whose maniacal cackling echoed the length of the street; and a man with his arse hanging out who was trying to find the perfect urination spot. The middle of the street as it turns out.