Jesus H. Christ
Its not every day that you find yourself in a pub with the son of God. Okay - technically, every day He is everywhere you are - what with that omnipresence things going on, but last night, i found myself actually shaking hands with the big JC and complementing him on his performance in Jesus Christ Superstar at the Actors' Theatre in Covent Garden.
Okay okay, he's probably not the real one - for a start he was ginger, and i have a feeling the original son of the messiah had darker hair, but he said "Bless you" after I told him how much I enjoyed the performance. Perhaps he's getting a little too Brechtian.
And for those who complain about me using words they don't know the meaning of, and are too bloody lazy to research themselves, or scared to ask about - here is a short piece on Berthold Brecht.
Happy now?
Probably not, so i'll make subtle references to Prof. Gunther von Hagens, and how post deportation after packing up his desanguinated and plasticised bodies and shipping 'em back to whereever they were conceived (mentally of course), he's managed to sneak back into the country and do some sidelining as a wedding DJ.
Its not every day that you find yourself in a pub with the son of God. Okay - technically, every day He is everywhere you are - what with that omnipresence things going on, but last night, i found myself actually shaking hands with the big JC and complementing him on his performance in Jesus Christ Superstar at the Actors' Theatre in Covent Garden.
Okay okay, he's probably not the real one - for a start he was ginger, and i have a feeling the original son of the messiah had darker hair, but he said "Bless you" after I told him how much I enjoyed the performance. Perhaps he's getting a little too Brechtian.
And for those who complain about me using words they don't know the meaning of, and are too bloody lazy to research themselves, or scared to ask about - here is a short piece on Berthold Brecht.
Happy now?
Probably not, so i'll make subtle references to Prof. Gunther von Hagens, and how post deportation after packing up his desanguinated and plasticised bodies and shipping 'em back to whereever they were conceived (mentally of course), he's managed to sneak back into the country and do some sidelining as a wedding DJ.
