Friday night took a surprising turn. Jill, the wife’s-ex-bosses-wife called to offer us 2 tickets to see Toby Foster ( from Phoenix Nights) and some other stand up comedians at the Comedy club in Sheffield. So, without having anything to eat we jumped into the car and headed through the rain to the one way roadwork system that is Sheffield.
Sheffield is where the British Empire made knives and forks. Without knives or forks most of the colonials would be still eating with their fingers (a practice they still insist on doing in Kentucky I believe). Nowadays it is a maze and warren of closed streets, one way systems, tram only roads and rain. This maybe to stop the invading armies from finding the cutlery factories and bringing the New British Empire to its knees. Well I got news for you mate, we’ve cunningly moved them to Korea so that’s going to thwart your plans isn’t it?
Anyway, I’d not been to a comedy club in a while. The last one I went to was in the now boarded up Nelson Mandela Building which was the student union of Sheffield Hallam University. That was in 1992. Times and Sheffield have changed. So, it seems, has stand up comedy.
The first two acts consisted of both comedians (Toby Foster and some Irish bloke with a beard) insulting or ridiculing members of the audience. Not my idea of comedy. The third act was trying to use IT humor which, as you know, is only funny if the person understands the story behind the gag. So we left. Midway through the third act we got up and left. Not only were the acts crap but the drinks were extortionately overpriced, the food was junk and there were too many intervals. I’ve never walked out of a place in my life. Normally I’m too tight to do that and want to get my moneys worth. But this was one of those occasions. We also made a quick get away because the parking was limited to 2hrs. But there you go….