Pout of Doom

Come with us now on a journey through time and space to the world of
The Mighty Boosh... Yes, tonight Surreal Girl and I are going to see The Mighty Boosh live! To say I am excited... The bill matter for tonight’s show reads:

‘See all the characters from the cult BBC show as they parade about in
front of your naked eyes for a small fee. Witness Mr. Susan the cloth
beast as he brandishes his miraculous mirror balls for you enjoyment.
Recoil in fear at the evil cockney hitchhiker. Marvel at the uncanny
skills of Naboo the Enigma as he hypnotizes you into buying
merchandise after the show. Dance against your will as Old Gregg, the
sea transsexual, lures you with his pout of doom. You will witness music,
dancing and men talking to each other in wigs. You will laugh, cry and
learn French. You will be changed forever and yet be exactly the same.
The Boosh is loose, see it or throw your eyes in the bin.’

I do believe as a hoary old Howard Moon, I am at serious risk from that pout of doom. Surreal Girl has made me solemnly promise that I will protect her from any attempt to drag her onto the stage – a possibility given our front row seats. However, as a total old tart, I’ll seize any chance to be roped into the show. I’ve not felt the frisson of potential audience participation as strong since I was four and I prayed to my God that Sooty would ask me to come on stage to help him perform some magic tricks and say: ‘Izzy Whizzy, let’s get busy!’