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No Bainbridge, but a fair helping of various Rich Fulcher/Bob Fossil avatars. Fossil's more of a dangerous maverick without Bainbridge to keep him under the harsh colonial-explorer thumb. The "Dreadlock Holiday" dance is in full effect.
My girlfriend and I saw the Boosh at Cardiff and discovered that we are the oldest, uncoolest people in the entire Boosh-lovin' world, as 90% of the rest of the audience consisted of lithe, spangly, moptopped peacock androgynous youths and maidens in their very best glam-electro finery. As old-school indie "wearing the coats of dead old men" non-fashionistas, we felt positively shown up. What happened to the comedy audiences of days gone by, clothed purely in subcutaneous fat, denim and lager? |
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