Time again for another “Mess Around” showblog, and tonight’s started off with Dave from Sydney, who for some reason thought he was probably the only Aussie in the room.
A quick show of hands proved him wrong, so we searched for some less likely nationalities and immediately found two Israelis. (After having one Israeli in last night, I think maybe word is getting out)
Tonight’s Israeli was called Eitan Schuler, so like last night, I googled his name to see how many Eitan Schulers there are in the world. Our Eitan was top of the list, as was a blog he writes. A bit of a scan through his latest entry found that he had taken a trip to Moscow to see his friend Rita, and included a variety of photos, like this one:
Noticing that Eitan was wearing the same shirt as in the photo, I decided to recreate the shot:
Nice! And especially well played by Eitan considering he was bantering with, and easily outdoing, a comedian in what was his third language.
The rest of the audience included two ladies from Adelaide that I thought must know someone in common. Alas they didn’t, but the posher one used to buy her groceries at a supermarket the other one worked at. Not sure if that counts as a result.
There was also an American lady with her English boyfriend, who had been together for two and half years, even though they live in separate countries, and a guy called Luke who swore there was no record of him online, but was shocked when I quoted his own postcode back at him.
In a continuation of my quest to find love for an audience member called Alistair, which then became a quest to find love for his jilted date Emily, I asked if there were any single men in the crowd. No one put their hand up, but the lady sitting next to Sydney Dave dobbed him in. I explained the situation, he seemed amenable, so he volunteered to come back later in the week to compete for Emily’s affections.
Finally I noticed that a young girl in the second row had been tapping away on her phone for the better part of ten minutes. Of course I confiscated it, and asked what she had been doing. She told me she was trying to send me a tweet, and when I read it aloud, it said that she is a comedian with a disability, I am her favourite comedian, and could she meet me in the bar afterwards for a chat.
I asked if she’d like to do a short spot in the show tomorrow, but the audience insisted she did it immediately. To her credit, she took the stage and knocked out a three minute routine about having one arm and one leg that went down a treat. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Steph Dimmock:
So there you have it folks, a show summed up by the following tweet that just came in: