If there's one thing I can do to satisfy the Missus, one thing that never fails, one thing that always lasts a long time and invariably brings a look of satisfaction to her face... it's buy good presents. And that's quite handy because I am not very good at sex.
One of the things I bought her for her birthday last September were tickets to see Sarah Millican and the date finally arrived and we headed to the Bloomsbury Theatre to see Millican's stand-up show.
For those not in the know, Millican is a thirtysomething divorcee from South Shields with a good line in self-deprecation about her weight and dress size. That's funny enough but it's the material she does on her current relationship and her ascent from Job Centre worker to full-time stand-up comic that really steals the show. She's also quite filthy but even when she delivers a punchline about using her vagina to make potato prints so she can show its shape to a friend it somehow seems cheeky rather than smutty.
That has a lot to do with her non-threatening, friendly and slightly vulnerable on-stage persona and the fact she builds a genuine rapport with her audience right from the start.
Millican's well on her way to comedy stardom now with a Radio 4 series and countless TV and radio guest spots under her belt. But if you want the real thing go see her live. You can't help but warm to her and love her. Even when she's utterly filthy.
Me and the Missus have also taken one of her gems of advice onboard and turned it into a new rule: your belly should never be bigger than your breasts.
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