Went to see Eddie Izzard do his pro remaining in Europe comedy. Talking to the bloke in the door was a rather anticlimactic end to the night.
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The guy who checked our tickets
Wants out of Europe.
He decided this in 1981
(Around the time
When you were deciding
To leave Sheffield
To be a comedian.)
He said enjoyed the show
But no amount of trilingual Surrealist comedy
No human sacrifice,
No email from the Almighty
No dogs on the heads of royalists
No millionaire moles in Beverly Hills
Were ever going to budge a belief
Almost as old as me
(And, bafflingly, about a decade older
Than the European Union itself).
Eddie, I’m sorry:
You were only the second weirdest person
In the house.
Tom Juniper Poetry 