The Fabulous Michael McIntyre

Oh, for the love of God, Michael was AWESOME.  But we won't lie; we weren't that fussed about this comic before we actually saw him perform.  Sure, we were aware he can be really funny but we'd never caught an entire show and therefore hadn't quite realised what he can do.  But we trogged along to the BBC recording (was it the promise of a free bar?) and have to say we were blown away.  Not by the free bar, certainly (not so much as a glass of fizz to be seen, only tepid red and even more tepid white wine) but by the laughter.

Staggeringly entertaining and stunningly written, our host's comedy just kept coming like a running tap.  Witty, ascerbic, cutting and dynamic, Michael held the capacity audience in his hand as he ran riot on stage.  Being that we were at the front he kept involving us in his gags, but in a friendly type of way.  Blimey, we're converts...

At the after show party we gossiped with Blythe Duff (great new hairstyle and drop dead gorgeous shoes with big twinkly crystals on the front) who gave us hints for our upcoming panto and we gabbed with David Hayman about films and camping; he'd just come back from a music festival near Inverness (called Balladrum but we're not sure how to to spell that).  Ricki from XFactor was there with his family and they were a really nice bunch of folk.  REALLY cool people.  Martin Compston was there too, looking as cute as a button (is it Compston or Compton?  Not sure...) as was the guy who plays Taggart who actually sat next to us during teh show but didn't bother to say hello.  Mind you, neither did we.  He was wearing a natty little French beret, however, which kept both of us talking for hours.  Such a dainty little hat...

Mr McIntyre joined us all for drinks after the show and he was a complete charmer.  Someone on one of our facebook sites said they thought he was arrogant and awful but we found him to be the polar opposite of all that.  We'd DEF' go and see him again.  Sans doute...

When the bar ran dry and the last Cheesey Wotsit had been consumed we headed off with Ricki and his wee brother to The Noodle Bar on Sauchiehall Street where we ran into an old pal, DJ Brian LeVelle and scoffed what was perhaps the largest chicken satey we've ever seen.  Quick, someone call The Guiness Book of Records and claim that particular midnight feast as a world record.   Polystyrene plates licked clean, the action really started.  Suddenly, through a haze of Diet Coke and Irn Bru, an apparition unravelled.  A drunkish guy spotted us through the window and started to do a particularly strange dance routine, one which culminated in him taking all his clothes off.  Was it something we did?  Really odd behaviour for a school night...

Today we've been nursing sore heads and working from home on newspaper columns.  And we've been watching as a wonderful ornate plasterwork company called Boyles installed detailed corncie in our study.  We love these old master craftspeople.  They do such exacting work.

Watched the final ep' of Sherlock tonight.  It's been an all too short series.  Hopefully we won't have to wait too long for another round.   Really glad to read online that it's been awarded great scheduling in the US.  Deservedly so....

In other news we cleaned the dishwasher late this afternoon.

More later,

Dames Colina and Justina xx