THE SUNDAY SHOW, 8th of February. R*E*V*I*E*W

Saturday was spent at the Pitcher and Piano celebrating Maota's birthday- it was LIVE-O. There were about 25 girls all just dancing around and catching joke. It was a really wonderful night.

The birthday girl was glowing and looked VERY beautiful. Nanda officially came out of hibernation, Jennie left her car at home so she could uhm, have, uhm, a little drink...Shantel was missing in action, but we forgive her because that's 'Her Thing'- LOL. Daniella looked radiant as always, in fact we all did....

Anyway, after our wild night out, Jennie and I decided to embark upon an evening of talent and fun, and where better than Marvin and Napper's Sunday Show, which has been recently moved to the Slug & Lettuce on Wardour Street.

We hopped into the car and made for central London, BIG mistake, we arrived in Piccadilly at approximately 7.45 pm, the show officially begins at 8pm, so we thought we were in good time. Unfortunately we were sorely optimistic, it then took us 45 minutes to find a space, every road was closed and every space either taken or exclusive to permit holders. In hindsight, one of the joys of going to Clarkenwell, which is where the show was held previously, was that parking was a doddle.

By the time we actually walked through the front doors the show was well underway. We walked in just as the very talented Ra'ed Poetical took to the stage. He is a good act, one of the better of the night, but unfortunately his second poem was cut short by the mic dying suddenly. He was well supported and a wave of applause rang out as people realised that his time on stage had come to an abrupt end. He gracefully thanked Marvin for inviting him back and strolled off the stage, dignity intact.

Then a break, which gives everyone an opportunity to size each other up, consider approaching them about a business idea, a fashion question, an investment banking opportunity or something to that degree.

Marvin and Napper have, consciously I'm sure, turned The Sunday Show into a weekly event where like minded people can interact in a calmer environment than a rave. When The Sunday Show was launched, the acts counted for a lot- I get the impression that it is now more about the crowd than the comedians, more about the socialising than the singers.

Once the audience had made enough useful contacts and recovered their seats, the show continued. It began with a 'game show', which used to be a popular and regular fixture of The Sunday Show, but has been missing in action for a hot second. Fabulous singer Hayley C was one of the competitors, she didn't win, but she did impress upon everyone that not only does she have a very lovely voice, she also has a very likable character.

The Host Babatunde was hysterical, he handled the whole show like a pro, with finesse and ease. He pulled the game show off without a hitch, even though one of the competitors was one of those 'less is more linguistically' guys. You know them ones.

The next act got cut off after about 4 and half minutes, which apparently was the second person to be kicked off the stage that night- Marvin, Napper and Richard Akrofi are three merciless. men.

Africa Boy ensued with his new song, which started with a cut from Roots, it was...interesting, to say the least. Entertaining to say the most..

Babatunde then finished off the show, he did a little ten minutes on stage, very funny, very worthwhile, and the first time of the evening where I had wished it wasn't over when it was.

Jennie and I then jumped into her car, me graciously almost falling into the arms of one of my sworn enemies as I missed a step, which the God's of fate created merely for comedic value, we zoomed off to Faringdon, had a milkshake and called it a night.