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Chubby, by Michael Noyce
CONCERT REVIEW
- or -
WHY I AM NOW BEREFT OF RIBS
by Michael Noyce
Warning to those of the Mary Whitehouse fraternity: During one
particular sentence of this review there are references to
numerous swear words. Sorry for this. I had toyed with the idea
of removing the offending line, but in the interest of the
public's right to know I kept it. To be honest, you must have led
a fairly sheltered life if you are shocked by such words. All
letters of complaint and death threats will be read (not), eaten
and then disposed of down the toilet!
Ben Elton - November 5th 1993, Portsmouth Guildhall, Portsmouth
This concert thing started several months ago, August I think,
when Philip, my close friend, promised that he and I would go to a
concert together, as the last and only one I'd been to was Trevor
and Simon's "Swing Your Pants" tour (which was great!) a few years
ago. Later that month Philip announced that Ben Elton, comic
extraordinaire, would be coming to the Portsmouth Guildhall. I
didn't need to be asked twice. I'd heard and seen many of Ben's
TV and Standup shows, but to actually be there was an opportunity
I would not miss.
Getting tickets proved not to be as easy as I'd thought. Every
time I phoned the Guildhall Box Office it was either engaged or
when I did get through I was put on a queueing system. (As I
don't pay the phone bill I would hang up.) It was decided that we
would go to Portsmouth and whilst there we would seek out the
Guildhall and purchase the necessary tickets.
It wasn't until October the 5th, on a farewell cinema trip with
my soon-to-depart-for-university chums, that the opportunity arose
for Philip and myself to go on a mini quest across Portsmouth to
the Guildhall. Half an hour later and £12.50 each worse off, we
had the tickets! Various whoops and cries of joy could be heard
floating across Portsmouth that evening as we returned highly
successful. November the 5th (Guy Fawkes night) was the night it
would happen.
I called for Philip at about 18:00 and we left shortly afterwards
for the walk to Chichester Railway Station. Just at that moment a
bus pulled up, and we decided to take that and save our poor young
legs the pain of exercise. Not a good move as it turned out. Yes
it got us to where we wanted to go, but I really annoyed the
driver because I used up all his change as I only had a tenner.
We got to the station at 18:16 just as a train that could have
taken us to where we wanted to go left! Anyway, we bought our
tickets and waited for the 18:32 train. At 18:20 a train pulled
in which turned out to be the 18:16, which was late (some things
never change), on we hopped. Fishbourne, Bosham, Nutbourne,
Southbourne, Emsworth, Warblington, Havant, Bedhampton, Fratton
and finally Portsmouth and Southsea. Hurrah we'd arrived
(almost).
Ten minutes later we arrived at the Guildhall and quickly
entered. We immediately found our seats, E39 and E40, which were
five rows from the front and to the right of the stage. Directly
in front of us was a huge 6 foot speaker blasting out "Gimme All
Your Lovin'" from ZZ Top's "Greatest Hits". At least we wouldn't
have any trouble hearing.
While the hall started to fill up I mentioned to Philip that
Sod's law said that some tall 'bastard' would sit in front of us
and therefore ruin the evening. Philip replied that as Sod's law
affects everyone, everyone would have some tall 'bastard' sitting
in front of them. The result of this being that the people in the
front row would be 15 foot tall. Thankfully Sod had taken the
night off. At 19:40, the lights dimmed and the concert began.
The concert was utterly brilliant. My jaw muscles ached and I
cried I laughed so much (well almost). Ben did lots of his usual
type of material, not that he actually repeated any old stuff, it
was almost all new. He talked about such subjects as (in no
particular order): "John Major", "Crime and Punishment - Police
League Tables" (very funny!!!), "The Ministry of Wierd Design" (or
something like that), which led into "Motorway Cafés", "Motorway
Café Kettles and Teacups", "Déjà vu", "The Aftermath of Sex" (this
will definitely not appear on the BBC! (at a later instant,
actually, it has, ED.), "Non-absorbent Tissues and Napkins",
"Tampons" (of course), "Public Toilets and Foreplay" (see above
bit on sex), "Smear Tests" (see above bit on sex), "Sod's Law"
which he dismissed and proved that there was no such thing,
"Baywatch", "Whales", "Sexism in Architecture" and "Post Office
and Supermarket Queues". There were lots of little improvised
bits and other things I've forgotten about already. Needless to
say he said f@ck, shit, tit, wank, bum, fart, piss, etc quite a
lot. There had been a twenty minute interval at 20:50 during
which time people played sardines in the bars and corridors. We,
however, had decided that a quick walk outside was in order
because it had become fairly warm inside and my bottom was
suffering due to a slightly uncomfortable seat. Anyway, it
finished at about 22:40 and I was slightly disappointed when the
house lights came on as I'd expected there to be an encore. Oh
well...
Afterwards, most of our time was spent at Portsmouth station
sitting around (and in my case gorging on chocolate, only to find
that the Coke machine was empty!!!) waiting for the 23:40 train
which would take us home. It was fairly uneventful, except for
some ever so slightly drunken teenagers who fortunately didn't get
on the train back to Chichester. We arrived at Chi station a few
minutes before midnight and started the walk home. We went our
separate ways when we reached Philip's road, which left me to walk
alone through the estate where I live, now in complete and utter
darkness, to my house. I arrived home at 00:45 tired but very
happy.
All in all the evening was a great success, worth all the trouble
getting the tickets. I can only say that if you ever get the
chance to see Ben Elton in concert, take it!
Note: Many thanks must go to Mary Ann Bart who very kindly proof
read this article and therefore saved me the embarrassment of
showing off my punctuation and grammar mistakes to the world
(again).
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