An indoor gig for a change. Which felt odd at least to begin with. Queued up outside, walked in socially distanced column, masked, up to the room, to find the capacity not much reduced from normal despite some efforts to introduce social distancing. There were bubbles of two and four seats, but with rows not really spaced out much, and the gaps between bubbles little more than a chair width, the claim that this was a socially distanced event was more in name than reality. And when the door was closed...
Fortunately once the show was underway the laughter helped dispel the discomfort. Ben Harrington refelcted on the trials of becoming a middle aged family man. Nothing disastrous, life threatening or tragic. Just the minor irritations of getting older, having kids, trying to live lie a proper adult. And he has a good fund of stories, and punchlines, to take us through the forty five minutes. Amiable, unthreatening, unchalenging humour, but sometimes that's perfect. I enjoyed his tales of camping with children, the embarrassments provided by a big inflatable crocodile, and how his body is now playing unexpected tricks on him. And yes, the title does feature and makes sense within the context, so that was a bonus, eh?
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