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Millican's magic beans

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What kind of sorcery is this..?!

Comedian Sarah Millican is on a 100-date tour of the UK at the moment, and recently dropped in to deliver her Control Enthusiast show to an appreciative audience at The Forum, in Barrow.

One of them had even “missed my regular bingo session” to attend. What higher praise is there? You know you’ve made it when that happens.

Sarah clearly enjoyed herself too, taking to Twitter after the show to say “What a glorious crowd” the Barrovians were. She also included a picture of her “lovely dinner” – a couple of fried eggs, with a pile of chips and beans.

Fair enough – it looked delicious. In fact, it’s making me hungry just thinking about it. I do have one perplexing problem with this gig/food-based scenario though; the eggs and chips are in half of one of those polystyrene boxes, whilst the beans are in the other half. The two half are hinged together. There’s no cross-contamination. Eggs and chips are bean-free. The beans are devoid of egginess and chippage.

It would appear that even though it’s seemingly technically impossible to do this, Millican-can. Congratulations Sarah – you appear to have branched out from the world of comedy into magic tricks as well. Bet you made it all mysteriously disappear, too.

Good to know you enjoyed your tea, and your time in Cumbria.

This post first appeared as the third piece in my column/page in The Mail and the News & Star, on the 19th of January 2018.
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