bright light entertainment

judasI got to work from home on Friday, an unexpected bonus while I waited for a face-pierced Scotchman to come and fix the dicky boiler. Despite the whispering siren song of the Xbox in the corner I seem to get more done this way, with potent homemade coffee and a James Brown new-heavy-funkathon on at high volume (may he rest in AOOWWW).

Which brings us to the weekend. I can’t say we’ve sussed out any fantastic nightspots in London yet – 93 Feet East was the best candidate so far – but there’s plenty of culture to be going on with.

Last week met up with Swedish Jojo to listen to some Schumann and Mendelsson at The Night Shift (“classical without the rules!”). A novel experience for me, having dabbled in opera but never sat before an orchestra. The late-night event is characterised by drinking and informal banter with the conductor, with obscure gags raising knowing chuckles from the lounging bespectacled musos.

On Wednesday we got out to see Pinter’s People at some ancient theatre in Picadilly. The main draw was the cast, Bill Bailey, Sally Phillips, Kevin Eldon (almost reprising Simon Quinlank at one stage). First exposure to Pinter’s stuff as well, pretty good. The series of sketches swing adeptly between face-pulling character comedy and drawn-out Chekhov silences and sudden dark notes of tragedy.

Friday night was our old chum Stewart Lee with his new monologue, What Would Judas Do? Taking the role of Judas he talks through the last days of Jesus in diary fashion. The main thrust of the story is good – that Jesus was largely ineffective in achieving change during his life, and only achieved anything lasting through Judas’s actions and his martyrdom.

Stew did clearly lose his train of thought during the Mary Magdalene part and appeared in danger of grinding to a halt, but managed to improvise a rambling path back to the script. In the end it was forgivable as I got to play apostle Philip in the last supper*.

Next up is the Hot Fuzz early screening on Monday. Let’s hope it’s not absolutely fucking atrocious eh?

* as a footnote this is the second time I have taken part in reenacting The Last Supper. The first time was much funnier and more embarrassing.