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At last, a pretty much sold out show for this run of RHLSTP, but I have to thank the dedicated fans of Ghosts for that (and the fans of Bridget Christie too). It was a giddy and electric atmosphere and it’s so much more fun with a full room. The podcast with Bridget started at such a high intensity of improvised madness that I thought we might not get through an hour, but it settled down to become a bit more serious, before descending into inappropriate comedy again. She is such a fantastic comedian, but also an expert at creating amusing tension and holding to account, whilst only holding (usually) fake outrage when lines are crossed. And Ben and Larry from Ghosts were a delight as well and they hung around to watch their occasional Ghosts cast mate’s interview. It’s so wonderful to see decent and generous people get the kind of success that all of my guests tonight are enjoying.
And luckily I was feeling a lot better than I had at the weekend and didn’t feel tired at all, not even by the time I was driving home. Before the show I ate my Pret sandwich in Caffè Nero. I knew I was transgressing all the laws of a decent society, but I like Pret sandwiches and Caffè Nero coffee and though I could have taken away and eaten in my dressing room, I preferred to sit in the cafe. I tried to do it sneakily but the staff didn’t care.
There was a lady sitting in the corner behind me but otherwise the small cafe was quite empty. I needed to do a fart and because I am a terrible human (at least not the kind of terrible human who uses pornhub) I thought I’d sneak it out. Sadly it was not a sneak attack and my bottom made a very audible toot toot sound. I felt sure that the woman behind me would have heard the whole thing and be judging me. To be fair she’d be judging me for what I was. A horrible inconsiderate old man. But I turned round and had a sneaky peek and she had headphones on. She wouldn’t have heard a thing. Or would have mistaken it for percussion in the music she was listening to. I had got away with it.
I had forgotten one thing of course. There may be another way to detect guffs. What if she was carrying a guff detector?
I made my excuses and left. All these years of being able to release a silent but violent fart and now I am so old that the skill may be leaving me. How will I live?
Lovely to see Bridget again - it’s almost 8 years to the day since she last did the show (which I think was the last time I saw her). She’s looking happy and fit and younger than ever and she’s got another hit stand up show and a brand new TV show, which should have really happened years ago. She’s very inspiring. Do watch hear show and catch her tour.
