On
Friday I received an invite to see Chris Addison perform his show 'The Time is
now, Again' at The Gulbenkian, Canterbury, with my usual comedy-watching
partner after he possessed an extra ticket for no obvious reason. Following the
text just an hour before the show started, I had to cook and chew my dinner in
half an hour, to then jump in the car to ensure I was there on time. I then
watched Chris Addison with indigestion.
The
following two hours were filled with comedy rants from a well-informed
viewpoint by a tall, slightly camp, man who burns extra calories by
continuously patrolling the stage. I like to think of him as a Ragdoll being
operated from above with strings, from his occasional prancing about, elaborate
hand movements and floppy curly hair. He was a joy to watch, not just listen
to.
