Good day people.
Not sure what today holds. I shall walk over the hill shortly to pick up my monthly meds. Mrs P is going out to lunch. I may pop in to town to food shop but it means hauling everything home in a rucksack. Alternatively I can finish riddling the stones on our garden path to get the accumulated soil out.
Tonight we are going to see Sir Ian McKellen which should be very good.
Went to see James Acaster last night. Sound was appalling, at best I understood 25% of the first half. I told the Box Office and the sound engineer actually came to our seats to ask about the problem. You have to be impressed by that and it did improve for the second half.
Acaster himself?Whst I could hear was poor but it's obviously difficult to judge. The second half was entirely about his personal and mental health issues interspersed with insulting the audience. Not my idea of humour.
This is the third act I've heard dealing with personal break up, mental health, the others being John Robbins and Sara Pascoe. I don't find it amusing and wouldn't bother with Robbins or Acaster again. I've since seen Pascoe again at the Edinburgh Festival and she was very, very good.