comedy?

Saturday night, for Lucy’s leaving ‘do’, we arranged a night out at the Jongleurs comedy club, just around the corner from our flat. Shocking staff (including one very unfunny bouncer – in fact, he was the most miserable man in the world) and shocking administration (George was asked to pay again for tickets that we had already paid for) were not good omens. Thankfully, the comedy was a little better, until the last guy got heckled – whereupon he set off on one massive rant, and stormed off in a shower of swear words. The compere jumped up and said “thanks for coming, good night!” And that was it.

In fact, looking back, it was all highly amusing…