Greenwich regained
After the unexpected pleasure of finding that Greenwich is much closer to home than I previously thought, Gaucho and girlfriend set off again to that fair burg. We went to the Up The Creek comedy club for their Sunday Special evening. Entry was Â?5 and the evening was MC-ed by Mark Watson, a funny Welsh bloke who had been on Never Mind the Buzzcocks. Autumn said that he’s actually from Bristol, despite his accent.
There was a crap poet, an American woman comedian who was a bit like Steven Wright the depressed deadpan poet. The headline was Mark Buxton of Mark and Ian or something - a nineties comedy TV act. He was dressed up as an absurd American actor in a jumpsuit ‘in the area’. The highlight of the evening was Crispin Flintoff, who did a great bit on eating your five a day, which involved quite alot of soca toasting. The venue seemed to be filled with students and I felt as ancient as Old Father Time.
In Greenwich I found a flier for the Greenwich Theatre. Wow, so there’s a theatre there too! On Monday I was talking to mi Julie about the Greenwich jaunt and she told me that she was off to see a Portuguese play called Thankfully there is Moonlight! at the theatre there on Wednesday - so, it turns out the town has a second theatre, the Greenwich Playhouse.