egg on my face

so, joe egg was about the last thing i'd expected it to be, in that it was quite possibly the most depressing thing i've ever seen. i know! shocking, right? it was very strange to see the mind-bogglingly hilarious eddie izzard pouring himself into the role of a beleaguered school teacher in this play about mental retardation, abandonment, divorce and infanticide. very odd indeed. of course, it was also strange simply seeing him without eyeliner; i suppose we need to keep things in perspective. i enjoyed the evening, though, particularly the preamble, wherein my companion and i found ourselves in the sort of establishement that, had i been alone, i would not have wandered into without combat boots and a shiv, and whiled away some time drinking beer and nibbling goldfish crackers. ah, goldfish crackers. the cornerstone of the food pyramid.