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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

Victory is Mine

In the end, we did go to the Tom McRae gig on Friday night because (a) I'm brilliant and (b) I win. As it turned out, it was one of the best Tom gigs I've seen, rivalled I think only by the one we saw in Whelans about four years ago, where Mrs Bing spent the whole night telling us about how, one day, she would have his babies. As it has all turned out, Mrs Bing had a baby with another man, and so Mr Tom McRae's seed has yet to fertilise her, almost half a decade later. Still, there's always time, eh, Mrs Bing? That's right. There is.

Mr McRae had what he called "man-flu" and so had to skip almost half of his entire repertoire because he wasn't able to hit the higher notes. But that also meant that we, the audience, were encouraged to BELT OUT whatever songs we knew, which led to such a brilliant atmosphere. The couple standing beside us were particularly enthusiastic in their singing, which gladdened my heart so much - Tom McRae gigs are one of the few gigs where the whole audience behaves themselves, and acts as I would have every audience in the world act - with deference which borders on the psychotic in their love for the performer on stage. It seems so wrong that that might be the last time Tom McRae gets to play his own gigs.

Anyway. Today, I fly. I fly today, and also tomorrow. I decided, for the sake of my stomach lining, that I would not be flying two flights in one day (TWOFLIGHTSINONEDAY!) because that way lies ulcers and nervous breakdowns. My flight details are therefore:

London to Dublin
Tue 19 Jun 2007 17:05

Dublin to London
Wed 20 Jun 2007 21:30

Yee haw.


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