Free Socks

On Wednesday night we went to see a stand up called Jason Cook at a local pub. His show was called JOY and he intends to take it around the world in order to spread, well... joy. It was quite refreshing for a comedian not to rely upon either shock factor, pushing the boundaries of taste, or the surreal - just some good observational humour. We were last into the small venue and so had to sit up front which meant lots of questions from Jason. Luckily he did not seem to be out to embarrass anybody and we felt we had got off lightly in the end.

To end his show a plump man dressed as Santa Claws bumbled in and distributed red and white Santa hats whilst Jason Cook showered us with free socks; and so off we went to get a few more drinks, into a warm April evening, pockets full of socks and wearing Christmas hats. We might have had more funny looks were it not for the fact that Manchester United had kicked a ball around better than another team that night - most assumed us to be avid supporters. This misunderstanding lead to perhaps the most disturbing incident of the evening: whilst relieving myself at the urinals in another pub, I was treated to a succession of good natured but loud Manchester United football chants at almost point blank range - clearly sporting success transcends the normal urinary etiquette. I suppose our attire had spread a little joy, for some.