Last night I went to see
Frankie Boyle with my girlfriend. The opening act was Canadian
Craig Campbell, who had a rather funny act about how Canada relates to Ireland, finishing with a long, in-depth story about the time when he masturbated in a tent on the side of a mountain in Alaska. Turned out the fit, young mountaineering couple he heard having loud sex elsewhere in the camp was actually a man dying of a heart attack.
Frankie Boyle himself was absolutely hilarious, although since pretty much every joke was NSFD*, I won't repeat any here.
I had bought tickets to see him in Belfast in October about 5-6 months ago, but my girlfriend found out he was doing a gig in Galway (which is a hell of a lot closer), we decided to get tickets to that. We had to pay around €70 for them, but that worked out to be cheaper than it would have been to go to Belfast and stay in a hotel.
I didn't realise at the time that the show was on the 8th, which is my dad's birthday. Had I realised at the time I would have bought him tickets too, as he likes Frankie Boyle, but by the time we realised they were sold out. I would have given him my ticket, but given the content of the jokes it would be awkward for my girlfriend.
Perhaps if he ever does another tour I can get him tickets for that.
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Not Safe For Dimbark
Apparently both Frankie Boyle and I have ancestry in the town of Dungloe, Donegal. Since it seems to be a small enough town, and both of our last names are Boyle, we're possibly like 8th cousins or something.