Went to see Stewart Lee this weekend, booked tickets ages ago, and nearly forgot it was this weekend. Was originally going to go to Bristol, but by the time I got around to booking it was only Cardiff free. So we booked a night in the Parc, and headed on down.
Well, we headed on down, after an initial false start as we got in the car to catch the train with only 6 minutes to go, and I um’d and ar’d and in the end, got out of the car and waited 20 mins for the next one – so we got the train, bloody 17 quid one way – you cant get a “return” that is over night, and by about 4 we were in Cardiff.
Straight to the station with a really heavy bag, which Sian said she’d carry, and then to make it even heavier we bought a couple of bottles of water ready for later, but we checked in and had a “quiet” room on the 4th floor, with the creakiest floorboards and the worse TV in a hotel I have seen since 1994 in a Beefeater in Bracknell. But we weren’t there for the TV, so we left and headed for some of the new pubs on Westgate Street. We didn’t pass them so ended up in Zero Degrees, or the hardest sofa ever. Quick pint and Phil turned up, and cried about walking over to us, so we set off back to the hotel and the place opposite.
We ordered a beer, then finally Phil came, and then after some more time Jess arrived – seems Phil had told her to wait in the room until the coast was clear or something.
After a couple of expensive beers, we got the train to the Bay, and as time was of the essence, we had a quick bit in the American Diner. Which was quite cheap.
We got to the “gig” at 7:30, as it said in the ticket, only to find that there was no one around as they were all in, and it actually started at 7:30 – which to be honest we should have guessed. So we snuck in when the usher said it was okay, and with full bladders we set out to enjoy the show. He was okay.
The “gig” consisted of some stuff about UKIP, and Urine, and being nasty to the audience – Stewart Lee freaks laughed at everything, as people tend to do at these things, I did laugh a little, I think Jess had a dose. Intermission and a quick 10 minutes to waste money on a beer which you don’t really want, then another hour or so. It was pretty good all in all, he is an odd comic, and I would imagine some people really don’t get on with his humor.
Afterwards we met a couple who knew Phil and Jess and went back to the expensive bar for four rounds of 25 quid drinks. I think it was prett enjoyable. After we got kicked out, we decided to go and have a mooch around Cardiff, at 2:00 in the morning, which was to be honest maybe a little early. We bagged a kebab, and wandered back through the people and swearing, and skreeching and blue light to nosh on the food, and fall asleep.
Rained the next day, so we got the train home.