Let's Go Rind Again

Well, I took in my first show of the festival today. Sort of.

Legged it up the toon at lunchtime to catch Canadian cult comedian Baconface* at The Stand. High hopes indeed.

Apart from having to hang my erse off half a chair because the lardybum next to me was hanging over on to mine, everything was looking good.

He came out to enthusiastic applause and it went downhill from there. Wearing a Mexican wrestlers mask with bacon rashers draped o'er his head, he said he already knew that this was going to be the worst show of the run, so far and ahead. Two latecomers arrived and he said 'it was already going badly and you're not going to help the situation, if anything you've spoiled it further' and then walked out. Uncomfortable laughter and then the stage-monkey came out and told us that we'd get refunds from the box office and that was the end of that.

Waste of a good pig, if you ask me.

* alter-ego of my steady imaginary BF, Stewart Lee.