When I heard that the I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue tour was going to my old hometown, I thought there was something I couldn’t miss. And so it was that on Monday night I spent a few hours sitting on the front row of the Grand Theatre joyfully laughing. As the town isn’t far from where I grew up, I took my mum along too and she enjoyed the evening just as much – many times she had tears of laughter rolling down her face.
The show was basically the same as last year’s, with all the same rounds and games, but still just as much fun to watch. it didn’t all start terribly well as while Jon Naismith was doing his introduction it transpired that half the audience had missed getting a kazoo on their way in – I don’t know how you can miss someone standing in the doorway with a bright orange bucket?! Anyway, the buckets were passed around and soon everyone was armed with their kazoo and ready for the show.
I don’t know if it was just me, but the audience seemed a bit slow on the uptake with some of the jokes. There was a definite pause sometimes while they thought about what had been said before laughing. Having said that, they were quick enough to respond to the comments about the local football team, not all of them good, but all very funny (and true!).
The teams played the best round of 84 Chicken Cross Road that I’ve ever seen – lots of laughter from everyone, including those on stage. And Jeremy was amazing on his Pick-Up Song – he was perfectly in time when the music was faded back in (and I think he may have been in tune too, although I couldn’t be sure).
After the show it was round to the stage door as usual (It was nice to know where it was for once, having spent more years than I care to mention walking past it) where a nice little crowd had gathered by the time everyone came out.
I said hello to Graeme first, and he asked after my sofa, which I hadn’t taken with me (It’s still sitting on my desk in front of me as I type). Photos were duly taken. I did manage to ask for a hug from Tim, but I was very aware of my mother standing right next to me, so I cut it a bit short (sorry). I was very aware when standing next to Jeremy to have my photograph taken that perhaps the two inch heels on my lovely red shoes weren’t such a good idea, although it meant I didn’t look quite so short next to Humph!
All too soon it was time to make our way home. But what a start to what promises to be another great tour.
