Free Comedy!

First - scary clownesque guy who spent his money on drugs instead of makeup. And smelt unpleasant.
Second - funny woman. Not at all a boob.
Third - friend of lisy_babe. Funny guy.
Forth - man who was not god, nor rock 'n' roll, wearing a Sid James TeeShirt, Heckler: "I'm not enlightened", Retort: "I'm not Jesus".
Comedy went on longer than expected, just past the fabled *lasttrainhome*, so free comedy cost £30. Dissproprtionatly irritated by the man cleaning the platform who stood in the way of the stairs with his arms outstreatched saying "excuse me". Maybe he should go be president.
But taxi drivers can be very pleasant fellows.

So here I am, in the BatCave, wishing it was Friday. I will eventually get to sleep before midnight and get up before half seven. For work is not church, and I should not be late. I do not wear a hat although I do drink tea. What a good idea, elevensies!

[please note, some of you may prefer getting a taxi to catching my train of thought]