For my birthday gift (don’t worry about missing it - it was months ago, and how would you know? You’re forgiven…really) my little sister took me to see Alan Davies’ stand up show at the Athenaeum in Melbourne last night. Alan [QI, Jonathan Creek] Davies, that is. I haven’t yet seen Jonathan Creek, but I love QI.
I won’t do it justice with my brief precis, but here’s at least a sampling of his conversation that I can recall this morning: Being an 11 year old forced by your Father to help your 77 year old grandfather use the toilet. Being made to wear a uniform - that your Father created - to a school that has no uniform. Health & Safety in the 80’s. Trams. Lesbians. Facebook. Pornography. The sting of daylight in your eyes as you’re kicked out of the pub in the afternoon. Not-at-all-sociopathic parental advice. Interpreting your baby’s screams. Which kitchen utensils are best for scooping baby poop out of the bath. Chuggers (Charity Muggers). The London Riots. 2012. Worst case scenarios. Dealing with the loss of your Mum as a schoolboy. A Father for whom “There Are No Accidents”. Accepting that you’ll be largely ignored once children arrive, and the futility of trying to mimic your baby to seem adorable (it’s not nearly as cute when you fall asleep in your food, urinate on your own face etc). Burying your underpants in the backyard.
If you get a chance to see him, you really should. If you get a chance to hang out with my little sister, you should really do that, too.
