I've had quite a Nicholcentric week.
I went to see Peter Nichols' Passion Play. Enjoyed it but didn't love it. Not certain that was because the first half is a lot better than the second half or because I was surrounded by cretins who spent the bulk of the play whispering. Obviously being English I didn't tell them to keep the noise down - that would be far too easy, I just stewed on it for a few days before referring to them as "peons" in a blog that they won't see.
I saw Phil Nichol accidentally. I'd mainly gone to see Dan Antopolski supporting; he was on first and crashed and burned: always a bit painful to see a comedian die on stage, especially if it's someone who's stuff you like. Not sure what I made of Phil Nichol. I'm fairly certain that none of his jokes were actually funny - it was all fairly obvious lowest-common-denominator stuff - but he sold everything with such conviction that us peons lapped it up.
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