Speaking of Mrs Noel Fielding
(And a bit tenuously linked to the question)...

Last December I went with a friend to see The Mighty Boosh live at Wembley. I'm not a fan of the Boosh, but I was flying out to Chicago the next morning so it was quite handy to stop up in London the night before.

The show was...passable (mainly because of Rich Fulcher, who is a legend), and we all got up to leave. Only my friend, of course, wanted memorabilia.

Now I normally buy memorabilia from the Bulgarians outside who have "authentic Mighty Bolsh T Shirts, my friend", but MY friend insisted on buying the official overpriced tat from the merchandise stand.

For 40 minutes I get spooned by emo girlyboys and boygirls, including one 15 year old scenester whose dad bulldozed his way to the front, because nothing was too good for his boy. Somehow, the devoted, casually violent father attending the show with his son really didn't fit the whole trendy, self pitying tone of the crowd.

Anyway, we were the last people to be served, owing to our utter politeness and reluctance to elbow these 12 year old kids in front of us. My friend buys £50 worth of crap, and I assume we'll be on our merry way back to the hotel. But oh no, she needs the loo.

So I find myself in a now completely empty stadium, pacing back and forth outside one of the toilets, looking very ordinary in my leather jacked and jeans. Just then, one of the fat, day-glo security folks comes waddling up to me, appearing over the horizon like a neon green sun. I assume he's going to ask me to leave, and so prepare myself to plead my case.

"Sir?"

Here we go.

"You must be looking for the VIP afterparty. It's just this way"

"...erm...no. My friend is doing a wee."

He looked at me funny.

"In that loo! That one there! I didn't just mean in general!"

He looked at me funny and walked off.

I'm a little ashamed of myself that I apparently looked like the kind of person who would be welcome at a Mighty Boosh VIP afterparty, but that's how I nearly met a twattish hermaphrodite who really, really isn't my hero. At all.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 20:02, 6 replies)

Is he an actual hermaphrodite?
I know bugger all about the Boosh, but from seeing pictures of Noel, I'd always considered him as an ambiguously-gendered weirdo, not someone with both sets of genitals.

In which case, the word of the day would be 'androgynous', rather than 'hermaphrodite'.

Forgive me for my interruption, it's 4am here and I really should be asleep.
( chart cat has an itch, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 20:08, closed)

He's probably androgynous
But I bet he wishes he was a hermaphrodite, so he really could go and fuck himself.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 20:10, closed)

I...
Second that! I really loved them, but now... utter, utter, self indulgent, pretentious shite!
(Dregen, Mon 20 Apr 2009, 20:59, closed)

Clicked
For not meeting the pair of unfunny cunts.
(Dangerous Disco Trev Isn't my real name, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 2:37, closed)

I think the grumpy one is quite funny
but the grinning one is just an annoying twat
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 11:17, closed)

My Mate..
Would happily have sold her genitals to be at that afterparty.. She went to see them twice, and she was thinking of getting the skeleton thingy tattooed on her arm... to be fair she hasn't mentioned that for a while though, and she got Dylan Moran's autograph while we were in the pub...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Tue 21 Apr 2009, 11:27, closed)