Religion's Not My Pigeon
May. 9th, 2009 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3Went off to see Martin Stephenson at a neighbourhood club tonight. That's a neighbourhood bowling club. First time I saw Mr S was at King Tuts, and he was pretty much as good that time.
Highlights tonight were a stream of consciousness "Orange is the colour of joy", a very touching "Home" and the stroll we all took around the outside of the building to cool down half way through the set.
Lowlights, easily ignored, were the arseholes who came along for a chat with their pals. Martin sent some of them up gently. I did tell three of them that he was so rude he'd nearly managed to shut them up. Then I left...
Highlights tonight were a stream of consciousness "Orange is the colour of joy", a very touching "Home" and the stroll we all took around the outside of the building to cool down half way through the set.
Lowlights, easily ignored, were the arseholes who came along for a chat with their pals. Martin sent some of them up gently. I did tell three of them that he was so rude he'd nearly managed to shut them up. Then I left...
