my evening didn’t start off too good…i shuffled down into the little basement theatre…took a front row seat,when the most obnoxious smelly creature sat down beside me.at first i was open and friendly,answering endless questions he kept throwing at me regarding justin’s non specific gender…it got a bit tiresome,so i told him i’m only here cause i like the music and delivery..i’m not too bothered about anyones sexuality.he then lurched forward and said “well i am!!! “…”my boyfriend’s just had his cock chopped off ,and it was a big one”. i thought to myself…oh here goes…THE USUAL… another specimen.. desperate to be a *soho character*…he then starts looking at his brochure and notes how justin had done the carnegie hall,so he quipped that playing in this little london basement was a bit of a comedown…i said it hardly matters..if it’s good,it’s good..who cares if it’s a basement or a famous room.he lurched forward again and said “i do!”….at this point i gently slipped to a table away from the man, where i could be comfortable for the show.
they’ve done the other crucial work outside the actual singing and performing itself.
and here’s justin doing a corking version of ‘you’re so vain’