A very very short time after recovering from Meningitis, we got the opportunity of two tickets to see Lee Evans, live at the Manchester Evening News Arena.  We snapped them up obviously and the day duly arrived.  I think this was around 2 weeks after getting home from the hospital, so I was still recovering, but Lee Evans is Lee Evans and I had to go

Sarah drove us there, we eventually find the place and get settled.  The seats are off to the side a bit, but close enough to the stage for that not to be a problem.

Mr Evans starts his act and the laughter begins.  So hard that my headache (pre-diagnosis) comes back, along with horrendous back pain and stomach pain.  Sarah does a double take and then starts to panic, some of the people around me try to edge away as far as the cheap plastic seating will allow.  I swear at least one person started to panic dial an ambulance.

Fortunately the interval saves me and I am able to recover.

It’s normally at this point that I refer to the subject matter as bastards…but I can’t do that.  Lee Evans is a small bundle of sweaty comic genius and it’s not his fault I couldn’t stop laughing.

Still….he did almost kill me.  Bastard.