Russell and I first met Paul Currie in the queue for my Dad Wrote a Porno. He stood in front of us eating a Krispy Kreme and pushing a granny trolley, stacked with flyers for his show. I was intrigued and thought there was a possibility of a free donut if we went to his show.
We never got a donut but the show ‘Cats in my Mouth’ had me questioning my humour. I was very glad we ventured back into the Hive (smelly venue) to see him.
We bought a ticket (£5) before hand as we heard his show can be a busy one. It was. Russell and I sat a few rows from the front and one in from the aisle which I am sure Russell said his prayers as the lights dimmed as he was sooo close to being on stage in his boxers, sumo wrestling Paul. That would of been AMAZING but the guy next to him got picked.
Paul took to the stage in a white belted boiler suit with cowboy boots. He later stripped down to stained boxers, eye opening! He pranced, danced and sang to the audience who were in hysterics.
For at least 5 minutes we were glued to him reading a Where’s Wally book on stage. One by one he took a member of the audience up to help him. I am not sure why it was funny, it just was.
A few other sketches involved Paul playing the drums on a plant, drinking soya milk from a bowl and changing the words of More than a Woman to meows. Now that is something that will stick with me whenever the Bee Gees come on the radio!
For a whole hour my brain was clueless to what was actually going on but it was great to not have to think about anything. If you are after a show that involves little thinking, go see Paul at 8.30pm every day at the Hive.