Occasionally while we were laughing uncontrollably at Count Arthur Strong, in Bolton's Albert Hall, my mind asked my brain what on earth we were doing. Here was a bumbling old man, stumbling to string five coherent words together, wearing odd shoes and with a wire coat hanger trailing from his jacket. The tickets were cheap, and he was on stage for exactly 65 hilarious minutes. I bought the dvd and when I'm feeling like a laugh I'll watch it. The performance took me back to the days of Harry Worth and Sunday afternoon comedy on the radio. My dad would have loved the Count.
Oscar has been taken to view the local swimming baths and judging by his movements on Sunday, he shouldn't have any trouble with the butterfly stroke.
Sounds like a good night out - pity we can't make it there!
ReplyDeletelovely photos of Oscar