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Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
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Typical Islington lady, cream suit, 40 or so, absurdly over-pampered hair, gets on tube at Sloane Square. Before the doors even close, her little flip-phone rings. The whole carriage is treated to this monologue (imagine high-pitched faux-posh voice):
'Eeeeeaaars?'
'Oh, hellooah'
'Eeeears'
'Ears, absolyootely'
(Muffled sniggering)
and now, the punchline . . .
'I'm on the Underground.'
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 23:55, Reply)
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