KevAyreski

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Ok, Here's the news.

It all started on Thursday, when DaveR text me:
"Hey Kev. What up?
Fancy calling over to mine tomorrow, if you're not up to anything.
We can head out, have a larf.
I'm at.. Birmingham."

So I head over Friday morning Ryanair flight.
(Side note: Personally I wouldn't care if RyanAir hostesses were drunk, just once the pilot & co-pilot's were sane & sober.)
But anyway, so I text DaveR as I'm walking through Birmingham

on my way to his house, to ask him should I head straight to his house or stop for breakfast to waste some time. [He was only off work at 4am that morning or something so I was willing to give him a break.]
Anyway, I get no reply & head to his house anyway, on foot.
I find my way most of the way without any hassle, purely from remembering the last time I was there (October). I only had to stop for directions once.
And on my way I find DaveR running to find a pay phone to call me. The poor lad. (Sorry DaveR !!) Ah well, he seemed to enjoy the jog anyway.

Fast forward a few hours, we decide to head to the Bull Ring (Classy Birmingham shopping centre full of top totty) & DaveR notices Mr. Noel Fielding (Vince Noir of 'The Mighty Boosh' who we're going to see that night - see picture)



So we talk briefly to Mr. Noel & get our picture taken, DaveR gets his notepad autographed, & we wander off to do some shopping, happy that our weekend is off to a great start, & looking forward to seeing the show later.

Fast forward to the show, which we make it just in time for.
In short, the show is great. Absolutely hilarious improv stuff.


But a girl behind us is laughing her ass off way too hard.
A very deep & thunderous attention-seeking laugh.
And after the interval her boyfriend joins in the ridiculously loud laughing.
But myself & DaveR have our 'Might Boosh' t-shirt newly purchased from the merchandise stall in the lobby, & it's a great show so we're happy chappys.

After the show we head to the pub.
(The something & something - will get the name of that later - hopefully DaveR will post it as a comment)
We meet Director Eric & his mate (also can't remember the name), but it was a great night.

And when we leave, we ask a taxi parked outside to bring us home but he refuses us so Eric decides to give him dogs abuse in his Scottish accent;
"You're shiiiite. You're fucking useless. Mooove ooonn!"
All to the tune of some guy sitting outside it, laughing amusedly.

So that's Friday.
Stay tuned for Saturday's news later.