A blog about theatre, art and life, by Megan Vaughan.
I’m not going to talk an awful lot about the Hugh Hughes shows I saw yesterday, mainly because I’d end up stealing all his best jokes without doing them even the smallest bite of justice. Needless to say, it was hilarious and though-provoking and Story Of A Rabbit still gets me when he says the “dynamite dad” line. I managed to embarass myself by shouting out something about the Take That logo, and the woman who I’d thought I was going to have to evict from a Hugh Hughes show I was ushering last November was there (she apologised for causing a scene), and a woman I follow on Twitter was there too. She pulled his pen lid off for him after he was too greased up with vaseline.
The one thing I did want to mention briefly however, was the LABIA MASK that featured in the film we watched between two of the shows. It was like two big glassy eyes with a clitoris nose and big saggy labia cheeks, and Hugh Hughes was playing the clip of his mate doing an alien impression over and over again. I NEED ONE OF THOSE MASKS IN MY LIFE. Every Halloween sorted forever more.