Harry Hill
It’s a Monday, not any Monday however, for today is the most depressing day of the year. So told by the myriad of scientists paid for by god knows who. Mike, Dave and I foresaw this day as a great excuse to inject some laughter into our lives. Tickets were promptly booked for the Live Harry Hill show at The Latchmere in Clapham Junction. We arrived at about 7, me being late, and ate a good pub dinner. A nice pint was consumed with Dave opting out due to “rowing” and discussions for our Gap year went underway.
The discussion became rather heated and i finally collapsed, compromising on a rather nice tour that would take us through America in a camper van, passing Australia, with them opting to work there and me travelling alone to Vietnam to work for an odd few months. We would then meet up to scour SE Asia and India as a three before returning. I’m sure something will go wrong, being the eternal optimist, but we’ll just have to wait and see.
Harry Hill was a tad dissapointing, for me atleast. His jokes took a while to ferment and didn’t deliver the punch i was looking for. That’s not to say it was awful, it just wasn’t amazing. I guess you can’t complain for 6 quid. I guess the anticipation of Al Murrey next week got in the way for my enthusiasm for today. If that dissapoints i think i’m gonna give up on comedy.
My plans for next monday already include, Ronnie Scotts, Al Murrey, GreyHound racing a random party and Pub Quiz. I’m sure half are on the same date or just won’t happen.
Ps. To “theboyzof2k5″ your name inspires confidence.