Last night I did something I have been threatening to do for ages. I went out. As I grow older and even more curmudgeonly this is a rarer and rarer occurrence. But after watching Billy Connolly at the Opera House (nearly eighteen months ago now) I had made a sincere pledge to go and watch more live comedy.
So last night Mr Hennessy and I made our way to the monthly comedy night at the King Street Brewhouse for an evening of frivolity. And a couple of cleansing ales. I’m not going to review the night because I am one of those people who forgets a joke about 20 seconds after hearing it. But the evening did pass the Wittertainment five laugh test. We will probably go again. Who knows, I may get enthused and make it in less than eighteen months this time.