It’s the morning after a gig at the lovely Farnham Maltings, and thought I’d chronicle the audience stars in a photo essay.
Here goes: First up was Martin, a truck driver who looked more like my bouncer. In fact, I thought he looked more like a rap star’s hype man (the massive dude that gets paid to stand on stage and repeat the last two words of every line, and occasionally wind up the crowd.) I therefore made Martin sit in the front row, raise his hands in the air and go “Woop, woop” whenever I pointed at him.
He looked like this:
By the way, that’s a light behind his head – he hadn’t just had a great idea.
Next up was an extremely giggly woman called Janeela (I think). This was her first ever coemdy gig, and her first night out away from her five children, and she apologised for laughing so much. No need for that at a comedy show. She looked like this:
The front row also featured a 17 year old called Josh, who had immaculately styled hair. On the other end of the row was a 16 year old lady called Els, who also had perfect hair. I asked the two of them on stage, and tried to turn them into a haircare advertisement. I made Josh look sullen, and forced Els to turn around quickly while swishing her hair around her. Voila – instant Wella ad:
Then there was Paddy. 39 years old, like myself, a computer programmer, unlike myself. He said he had a small firm, I said “So did Josh a few minutes ago”. Oh God I’m cheap. Paddy was without his partner for the night, and looked like this:
Finally, there was a little section of seats off to my right that had been added last minute. That’s right, I sold out the Farnham Maltings people. Anyway, the seats were organised in pairs, eight rows back, which I thought made them look like they were on a rollercoaster. I took out my camera, and asked them to complete the effect by putting their hands in the air:
Then lean to the right:
Then back to the left:
And that summed up my night in Farnham – lots of fun, a bit of excitement, and over all too soon. Plus we raised money for The Phylis Tuckwell Hospice by selling t shirts afterwards. Hurrah.
Thanks to the Farnham crowd, who were particularly lovely, and also to the Maltings staff, who made sure I got to the last train back to London in time.
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