Jimmy Carr had finished. The nearest pub was just opposite “shall we have one in here?” I suggested. My wife agreed. Little did I know I was about to have a dust till dawn type moment. Music was blaring as we entered, drinks purchased and space to stand found. I clocked the DJ in a silver shiny slip, short blonde hair. He looked a character. It looked like he hadn’t shaved today. Disco tunes started playing when a couple took to what was like a make-do dance floor. He must have been at least 6″2 A big Jamaican bloke and the women I’d guess 5ft, if not less. She’s grinding against him. They are the only people on the dance floor. He’s behind her now, kneeling down fondling her ankles. It’s mesmerising, I’ve never seen anything like it. The drag DJ joins them and starts to simulate a sex act. This isn’t fiction, this isn’t something I saw on a programme on Netflix. This is actually happening. The song finished and a nice man in a blazer is speaking to my wife. He’s also been to see Jimmy Carr and never been in here before. He’s very effeminate and the episode of the IT crowd springs to mind, a play called GAY with GAY people in it. Karaoke starts, one girl’s really good then the man comments saying he’s good at this he always gets the crowd going. He starts belting out living on a prayer. That was the first 10 minutes
Today’s blog comes from the woods. I’ve dropped off my daughter of at Go Ape, Rivington and decided to test out how my back injections hold up. While she and her friend jumped from trees and death slid, I walked around the reservoir. I had never walked around this particular one. A nice afternoon stroll but the back is starting to stiffen already, but it was worth it. I said yesterday I’d post my story and break the rule of two five zero, however, I have decided to keep that to another day as I’d like to share with you my evening last night. I do believe, I will one day be a writer as In people will read me in print and not just online. The various things that I see and do, I see from different perspectives with my writing head on but this particular thing I will get to shortly. Yesterday I went to watch Jimmy Carr in Blackburn, travelling through Preston when who should be travelling on the same train as me and also going to the gig. This man.
The evening was excellent, if you haven’t seen him I definitely recommend. Back to the bit, I mentioned before, about trying to hone one’s skills and using your writer’s mind. Something surreal happened after the gig that I don’t know if I can do justice describing it.If it wasn’t Blackburn it would probably not be believable. Can I describe it in 250 words? tomorrow I will try.