luck of the oirish

Oh, that were grand. We went to see the NT Live (or not so live) screening of One Man, Two Guvnors at the Dendy, having resolved never to darken the doorstep of our local venue again. Mmmm, comfy seats, but no Maltesers, dammit. Probably just as well, as I would have choked on them. It was so damn funny, even though I'd been spoilt on the best joke of the night (thank you, The Telegraph, and how did I get spoilt on a live broadcast? Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff? No, as always, just months/years behind the rest of the world).

Yes, two British farces in one week, and, sorry, I am going to have to award the ashes to to the British cast. Aside from featuring James Corden and Jemima Rooper, both of whom I am fond, the British cast just went there, hurling themselves across the stage, off it, down it, into props and the likes, all for a laugh. British farces are always rough and tumble blood sport events, and there was a lot of physical comedy and slapping about in the Orton play, but OMTG actually had me squealing and covering my eyes, so they win, because they went there (or gave the impression of going there, not pulling their punches, so to speak).
( more: when oirish eyes are smiling )