Quick evening out then Jord? Yeah go on then…tonight was Uncanny live!! Yeah boiii…ghost stories in the New Theatre…just what Tuesday night ordered. Made sure to actually leave pretty early this evening, apparently there is a mass gathering of middle aged women donning pink cowboy hats and feather boas to worship some sort of colour…purple or blue or something like that. ; sounds like some weird cult gathering. All this made us fear the old parking situation in Cardiff this afternoon, great stuff! Ahhh P!NK mun, that’s who it was…bloody great; though I’d rather be listening to ghost stories than be in amongst the pink hat gang.
As suspected, Cardiff was busier than rope drop at the Magic Kingdom, cars everywhere, with the odd Deliveroo driver sprinkled in for good measure. Always nice to see the small business that is Cardiff Council capitalising on the moment with a ploy to pillage the masses of their hard earned money with £30 park and ride fees from the Museum. Hardly a Robin Hood story…robbing fuckers. Side road it is then, find a spot quite easily and we are off…Slim Chickens was in our sights (well our minds eye), and we were hankering for some chicken tendies, fried pickles and some overpriced Texas Toast…garlic bread for the win!!
The 2.5hr countdown to Danny Robins’ Ghost Tour is on, best fight our way through the sea of P!NK fans and visor clad uni students in search of sustenance. We hoof it through the masses of short denim skirts and glittery pink face paint…ahhh the hordes of middle aged women reliving their youth; Cardiff was a sea of pink glitter, Cowboy hats and feather boas. Think international match day, but instead of Daffodils and Dragons, everything was pink. Fuck it I’m convinced…Grab be a hat Jo, Danny Robins is getting some hot pink amongst the darkness.
Queue for Slim chickens as always…it’s our go to when we go to any event in Cardiff…Tenders and Texas Toast please (ooo only £1.75 for half a slice of toast…bargin!!). Delicious nevertheless, and a bowl of fried pickles all for me…no idea that Jordan didn’t like them, honest 🙄.
Stuffed, best make a move…t minus 1 hour to showtime, best get a few half time muffins just incase hunger rears its ugly head in a fit of fear tummy rumbling…you know due to the intense ghostly shit we were about to be subjected to. Well that’s the excuse and we’re sticking to it!
Long walk through Cardiff back to the New Theatre, quick stop in Primark for Jordan to rage shop for Hercules PJs. Spoiler, the hunt was in vein and in a fit of chicken filled rage, Jordan went full on Supermarket Sweep: Primark edition and littered the aisles with substandard PJs. We are not welcome back there.
Following our ‘The Warriors’ style escape from Primark security, we manage to get to this evenings Coney Island…or the New Theatre for all those uneducated non ‘Warriors’ fans. Security is tight here this evening, Jordan gets forced to relent her Sprite…apparently not allowed within the New Theatre, but I manage to smuggle in £7.50 worth of pretty weighty muffins…thank fuck, how would we make it through the performance without them?
Bee line for the merch stall and all we were looking for was a ‘Bloody Hell Ken’ shirt. Hell yes, there it is in all its glory…BLOODY HELL KEN!!! Cheers Jo, I’ll wear it with pride. Honestly, if you come to an Uncanny show and don’t get this shirt, then what’s the point?
Elation of some new apparel (like we actually needed anymore shirts), and we make our way to take our seats. Man they put some effort into this show, who would have thought some bloke telling ghost stories would be so popular and have a great setup, but this show had an Incredible set design, despite Jordan not having any clue the the word UNCANNY was written in the header of the stage…Tut tut.
We spent the best part of 10 minutes trying to get a decent pic of the stage and setup, and Danny had had enough…enter the start of the show.
The lights dim, and music kicks in and Danny Robins appears through the wooded area of the stage, followed by some smug skeptics and believers who accompany his journey through the paranormal of 2 cases for the evening.
Case 1 kicks off and some audience participation is required to complete the tale with a bit of back and forth. Considering we are there to listen to ghost stories, the believers of the group are shy and don’t want to rep their side and leave Evelyn Hollow fighting for the ghosties. No chance against Scooby Doo and his crew mind.
This show was great mind, some great story telling and great use of props on the stage…really enjoyable. Half time hits, and the most terrifying thing was still to come…a queue for the male toilets??!! Unheard of!!
Fresh from the trauma, I make my way back to my seats, a shivering mess just in time for part 2 to kick off. A sad story from Swansea of all places…bloody hell Ken that was pretty scary mind. Bit more audience participation and Jordan throws her hat in the ring to tell her own ghost story…only to be left in an absolute rage at not being chosen to participate. Shame, it would have been great to vlog it.
The show concludes with a round up of case one, some highly traumatising strobe lighting and Danny and co breaking into a Cheney Hawkes ‘one and only’ rendition. The crowd goes wild and I thrown my feather boa his way…wear it with pride Danny Boy!!
Back to the car quick before the P!NK rabble leave and we are caught in a Tsunami of pissed up middle aged women…and Deb and Chris.
Great show, lots of fun and a nice few hours out. Nice one Danny!
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