I felt like an alien last night. I had arrived on a planet
that didn’t speak my language. I went to
see Harry Hill on his sausage time tour and didn’t understand most of it.
If I were an alien visiting and Harry Hill was representing
the human race, Goodness only knows what they would conclude.
Harry Hill started the show with a blue and white checked mattress
being pushed into the front row and then jumping on it like a five year old.
Some gags were very funny such as ‘Tim Curry, Tim rice – what is it about the
name Tim that makes you think of Chinese food’
I also enjoyed the ‘You’ve been framed’ jokes . Harry just described a few generic scenarios
and then said ‘see you after the break’. He also explained God backwards is Dog so
Jesus backwards is sausages! He was
rather close to the bone to start on Muslims and their worshipping of Allah
(known to Harry as Alan). Everyone
around me was laughing and even crying with laughter. I sat there politely smiling and pretending to
understand what was going on but the truth is – I had no clue!
The second half of the show descended into what I can only
describe as madness. It must have been
devised on the back of paper napkin at a roadside cafe. It was total chaos and
with no continuity or understanding. I
have decided that I just don’t conform to what other find funny. There were less jokes and more slapstick
humour such as a man in a leotard from Dignatas trying to smother Harry with a
pillow. Or the scene where Harry tries to drink a bucket of water. Or a huge floating sausage coming out of Harry’s
mouth.
I was disappointed with the lack of any knitted characters
or ‘there is only one way to find out – Fiiiggghhhhttt!’
Would I go to see him again? Probably not. But there are hundreds in my place who would
so I don’t think Harry Hill will be going anywhere soon.
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