Saturday, April 16, 2005

As it is Marathon weekend David, our friend Pat and I were in hanging around various bars in the seedier parts of Soho in between shopping opportunities. Wandering back from the bar in The Yard I noticed that there was a poster for über-funny cabaret duo Topping and Butch on the wall just inches from my head. According to the poster they'd been on at the Soho Theatre all week and this evening's performance was the last one. I suddenly get excited (and according to David I start to make some rather strange noises).

A whole range of thoughts rush to the front of my mind, battling for prime processing time - can we go? will it be sold out? how do we get tickets? what did we have planned anyway? where am I? who am I? Anyway I digress. David is very much aware (as is anyone else who'll listen) that Topping and Butch are the funniest comedy act i've ever seen and so I shouldn't have been at all surprised when he reached into his pocket and pulled out three tickets for the Soho Theatre. Excited is not the word. Actually, excited IS the word.

It turns out that we'd been going from bar to bar for the sole purpose of David finding a Topping and Butch poster so I could 'accidentally' notice it and get all excited. It obviously worked; I got excited.

I'm not going to sit here and review the show. What's the point? I certainly can't remember it all, and what was funny at the time probably won't come across well by the time i've beaten the comic timings to within an inch of their lives. But, they were still brilliantly funny, and (shhhh, don't tell anyone) Butch looks incredibly horny in his red harness and shorts.

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