Out, out

While in London last week we happened to find ourselves walking along Shaftesbury Avenue at one point in the afternoon and saw a big sign above the Lyric Theatre for Micky Flanagan's new residency in London, which kicked-off that very evening. It was Wednesday and as we passed the venue my Wife suggested that we pop into the foyer and see if there were any tickets for that evening since we were staying up in town and could easily go. I was highly skeptical, knowing how popular he is I was convinced that the show would be sold out, however, I was wrong! Fortunately (depending on your perspective) there was also a train strike on that same day and many tickets had been refunded, we lucked out and bagged two prime seats (scarily) up front for only £60.

The show kicked off at 8pm and started bang on time, it was very funny all the way though (even though it was the first night), most enjoyable. It consisted (mainly) of a very perceptive and rich commentary (with jokes) about a variety of subjects, getting old, gender politics, marriage and young people among other things. My overriding impression was that, being almost exactly the same age as Flanagan I could really relate to some of the things he touched on, for example, how once you reach 60 you more or less become invisible to young people, how much every day things annoy you (irrationally) like beeping washing machines, and how communication between married couples evolves over long periods of time. A great night, you could almost say a great night out, out (and yes, as we all anticipated, he did manage to slip that one into the show!)