The Dame Edna Treatment

Dame Edna Everage is most certainly the man. I adore her. It’s not really a gay thing as much as a sucker for bitchy sharp humour thing.

I ended up going to see the purple haired minx with Adriana who, I must say, It was lovely to see after such a long time!

Miss methodical (her other name) talked me through her recent dating conquests and declared that she was five dates through with someone and that things were going well. If I say he’s a Project Manager it won’t be giving too much away. After all, every second person in London is a Project Manager of sorts, surely?

And to the show

Yes we had to clap on cue, but it was nowhere as near as bad as Charlotte Church.
Yes they made us do the Dame Edna Karaoke. YMCA, that sort of thing. Utterly pointless. I must admit, I didn’t quite know the YMCA dance. Ha! I think it’s the clear result of not enough cheesy summer holidays in places including Spain as Adriana quite rightly pointed out. Whether I’m ashamed of this remains a source of mystery.

The guests were k.d.lang (spelling it in lower case is imperative apparently. Pah), James Nesbit and Ivana Trumph. And, though not a guest, the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, Valmay, the Dame’s daughter. Have you ever met anybody who makes you laugh by merely existing? That’s her.

It was the final episode of the series and also a celebration of the Dame’s 50th year in showbiz. Now, there’s an achievement.

All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable time.

And then to the Hummus bar in Soho. A very decent meal at very affordable prices. A friend had told me about this place and I must say, it was worth the money. Hummus with a topping of your choice accompanied by warm pitta bread. Well, I was impressed anyways.