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Saturday 10th June 2006
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Saturday 10th June 2006

The wondrous Kathy Sykes (she is a tiny elf in real life - that picutre is her with a normal sized gold ball) had invited me to perform at the Cheltenham Science Festival tonight. So whilst all normal people were out in the sunshine celebrating England’s unusual good fortune in the World Cup (Weren’t Trinidad and Tobago amazing?– I think I might be supporting them this coming week given that I will be there for the next game), a couple of hundred nerds were indoors watching science based humour in a comedy night.
The act I had to follow were a man and a woman who used computers., a recorder and a theremin in a ramshackle but highly entertaining act combining science and music. It was another of those amazing moments that you chance across by accident that makes one wonder what other craziness is going on in all those other millions of rooms in the world.
I don’t really have too much science material, so thought I’d do a few things that touched upon the subject and then give the audience a taster of my own scientific study “Talking Cock” (buy a copy-it’s really good.
I had been sitting next to Kathy during the show, so it was slightly embarrassing when the MC chose to read out my blog entry about her, although to be honest I had planned to do the basics idea as part of my act.. I started the act though by saying I was delighted to be at the gig, because it was the one time I could walk into a room with 250 people in it and think “I am probably the coolest person in here”.
The geeks seemed to enjoy my act, which even though I had attempted to make reasonably clean ended up being typically filthy. I ended by saying that I had only taken the gig in the hope of getting off with Kathy and now that was blown I’d have to go for the old white haired bloke from Rough Science instead. A mouth’s a mouth. Ah how they laughed. But the old white haired bloke didn’t find it so funny when he found himself back in my room later that night. He didn’t mind the fact that I was having sex with him, just that I kept referring to him as the old white haired bloke. I suppose it was a little rude.

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