In a moment of perfect poetic justice, I have recently been on the receiving end of a mild act of political incorrectness within moments of completing a celebration of politically incorrect songs.<\/p>\n
With my musical partners Derek Hewitson (Suffolk) and Victoria Hart (Whitechapel), I had been performing songs from our show Taboo-Be-Do! at a London club. It’s an equal opportunity event, with the inappropriateness evenly spread between the differently sized, differently abled and differently raced. The gender politics on display are a disgrace.<\/p>\n
It went well – a good crowd, CDs sold, no one walking out in disgust.<\/p>\n
Afterwards in the garden, I overheard a conversation between two women of a certain age and a large bald man who had been in the front row of the audience. It went:<\/p>\n
AGEING BLONDE 1: Did you you to concert tonight?<\/p>\n
AGEING BLONDE 2: No. Who was playing?<\/p>\n
AB 1: Haven’t the faintest idea.<\/p>\n
FAT BALDIE: It was couple of country bumpkins from East Anglia.<\/p>\n