The lobby of the theatre is buzzing with rosy cheeked revellers sharing stories of the last time they caught Connelly live. “The Man Live”, not a recording, the man live-ith and be-ith here in person.
The write up says, “ninety minutes without intermission” so it's a quick visit to the washrooms then off to the bar for quick shots and knuckle bumps.
Two and a half hours of continuous laughter later, our cheek muscles have spasmed and froze into ear to ear grins. “ Holy fuck, look at the time”, bursts Connelly. He doesn't break stride but goes straight into another half hour of hilarious monologue, faster, and funnier as the night goes on.
Even when the obnoxious guy at the back of the room crashes into his routine with drunken outbursts Connelly keeps it moving: “You're spoiling the flow ya ass. I can finish the story but the flow's gone” then bam, right into the next story: brilliant!
We're exhausted when we leave the theatre and blissfully tumble home recalling our favourite moments in the show.
I'm not sure if its possible to get a season's pass to the Queen, but with a line-up of shows they've had so far this year, it sure would be a sweet deal.