Last Friday, my cousin and I headed to London’s Troxy theatre near Limehouse for RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 6 winner Bianca Del Rio’s latest show, Not Today Satan.
Filled with excitement, we arrived at the venue, of which the queue snaked around the building. We knew we had tickets for Row Y, but naively we didn’t realise it was the very last row at the very back. Being a mere 5 foot 2 and a lifelong glasses wearer, this proved to be a slight problem. The staff at the Box Office however, were so wonderful and were able to offer us tickets closer to the stage…. five rows from the front!!!
Now, I knew Bianca was going to be funny but in no way, shape or form was I prepared for the high volume of laughs that she was able to bring out of the audience. Although I was a little apprehensive, I was delighted to find that she was just as funny as when we saw her on Drag Race. In my opinion, she took the evening to the next level when she would come out with on the spot comments, which were reactions to the audience. By the end of the show, my face was aching and I had a stitch in my side.
What I love about Bianca, is that she is not afraid to go there. No race, gender or human on this planet is safe from her Rolodex of Hate. For the almost two hours she was on stage, she made you believe everything was great with the world. Although briefly mentioned, you didn’t dwell on Trump, there were no thoughts on the shit show called Brexit. It literally was just a barrel of laughs. I can’t wait to see her perform again!
If you didn’t get a chance to see Bianca on tour, do not fear… it’s coming to DVD soon. The performance I attended was one of the shows being recorded, so who knows… I may even be in it! Be sure to keep an eye on her website for more details. With all the crap going on in the world at the moment, watching Not Today Satan is something you won’t regret.
Originally I thought I’d reply to this prompt with people spitting in the street or when you’re on the tube (London Underground) and someone catches their sneeze, but then proceeds to use the same hand to hold on to the handrail, but yesterdays events changed all of that…
I was in my room getting ready to go out to celebrate one of my best friends birthdays when I saw how late it had gotten and realised I still hadn’t eaten anything. As I entered the kitchen, I saw this mess. Anyone would think that this was just the drunken leftovers of the night before, but freakily I’d been the only one in the flat for a few days and the front door was still on the chain as I hadn’t gone out yet, so it couldn’t have been a person…
It didn’t look like a pigeon could have done it because, quite frankly, it most likely would have pooed everywhere. Plus their table manners are shocking – they would have shaken the chocolate and wrapper everywhere and not been able to unwrap it so neatly. And then I saw these…
The culprit had left evidence… footprints! Or maybe, paw prints…
Somehow, and this is my theory, a squirrel managed to scale the front of our block of flats to the seventh floor and hopped through our kitchen window to pinch the last remaining (unopened) Kinder Bueno bars that were on the kitchen table. There had been two left and the above was all that was left. I think the squirrel had tucked into the first one and realised how much it enjoyed them. That’s when it decided to make off with the other full, unopened bar, too!
So that’s my new pet hate… thinking you’re safe leaving the kitchen window open because the city was hotter than Ibiza this weekend, to find your treat stash mysteriously plundered!
#271: Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.
Day #1366: 28th September 2017
Another entertaining journey home…
So I boarded the train on the second carriage (as the first one was crammed with the usual Friday night loud-mouth drunks) and sat down, only to sit opposite a blurry eyed gentleman, who had his feet up on the chair, drinking some cheap lager out of a can. Great! He also had his backpack on the seat next to him, which proved awkward when a bearded 30ish-year-old approached the seat. “Do you want to sit here mate?”, said the clearly tipsy Irishmen in a semi-aggressive manner. “Yeah”, the bearded man replied cautiously. “Well, I’m not a *expletive* mind reader!”. Oh dear… what have I let myself in for. Do I risk moving and creating a scene, or do I wait it out?! It’s only a 30 minute journey, what’s the worst that could happen.
That’s when a revolting daddy long legs started to dive bomb me… I was unable to hide my insane dislike for those things and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. So, the Irish guy tried catching it in order to put it out the window – only to accidentally pull its leg off! But it broke the ice as the Irish guy then began mocking the newly seated guys beard… Luckily for everyone, he was a pretty mellow man and didn’t take the slightest bit of offence. That’s when our conversation began – we discussed beards (obviously), nights out in the areas we lived in and, well, more about beards. But it just goes to show that initial impressions aren’t all they seem…
* FYI – this journey did actually take place, including everything in it. I always seem to have eventful train journeys home after nights out (and these all take place before midnight!), and my close friend mentioned that I should begin documenting it. So it would be nice if this actually took off and people enjoyed reading about them. Let me know what you think!
#238: Do you consider yourself funny? What role does humour play in your life? Who’s the funniest person you know?
I’d like to think I’m quite quick-witted when it comes to a sense of humour but I wouldn’t class myself as hilarious or at the level of even a novice comedian… if that makes any sense!
Luckily, humour plays quite a large role in my life. Although, I’ve always thought it should be a key factor in everyones life – I couldn’t imagine going through a single day without smiling or laughing. It just wouldn’t be right!
The funniest person I know… this is a tricky one as numerous people make me laugh in different ways. There are the small little-and-often laughs and then there are the times when you can’t actually breathe or see through laughing so much, taking you to the point of happy tears. I don’t think I have one funniest person in my life… it’s more of an amalgamation of everyone! Happy times indeed!
#172: Tell us a joke! Knock-knock joke, long story with a unexpected punchline, great zinger — all jokes are welcome!
I don’t really know any jokes, so I decided to google for some instead. Typing in ‘greatest jokes of all time’, I was presented with a list of 50 jokes that were supposed to be the best of the bunch… but they were truly terrible! I think humour these days has changed so much. Unfortunately, knock-knocks and one liners just aren’t enough anymore. There needs to be build up, other characters coming in to play… in my opinion, sketches are the way forward when it comes to knock out comedy.