Kissin is my business…and business is good

Alternative title: Dis-kissin Abbie’s rubbish Kissin puns

To clarify, this isn’t a post about kissing. We went to see the pianist Evgeny Kissin last week, so we tried to make the title of this post a pun around ‘Kissin’. So we put kissin into and “Kissin is my business…and business is good” (Killing is my business…and business is good) is what came out. Along with “Empire State Kissing” (Empire State Building), “Kissin women of Asia” (Missing women of Asia), and “Disability Kissin Allowance” (Disability Living Allowance).

A message from Hannah and Abbie: “Suziey’s dictatorship is being overthrown. This is going to be a better post because her two better halves…” trails off in incoherent babbling.

That’s right folks, they may not be very coherent but they’re trying their best, and this is 171’s first JOINT BLOG POST! WOOOOOOO! RAISE THE ROOOF! GO CRAZY! ABBIE’S MAKING LOUD NOISES!

Anyway, to the point. Last Thursday we celebrated Father Palmer’s birthday, with family Palmer. We were very cultured and went to Carluccio’s for dinner and then a classical music concert. We will start from the beginning:

We were late. The night was dark. The stars were shining. (That was Hannah’s bit). We walked through Symphony Hall, where we were stopped by a woman who wanted a phone. Cue awkward pause from everyone. Step forward JOSHUA PALMER, good deed doer of the day. We waited for a significant length of time while she attempted to send multiple texts from his phone, with little success. Onwards we went.

We arrived at Carluccio’s, and amused ourselves with an unintentional game of musical chairs (due to James’ several seating requests) every time the waiter went away, much to his confusion. We ordered drinks, with a longer-than-normal awkward bit at the beginning where nobody wants to go first.

Abbie’s dinner analysis: “I had venison ravioli. It was one of those dinners that you can’t decide if you like or not. A bit like marmite. I do like marmite, but I don’t know if I eat it because I eat it. But the more of the venison I ate, the more I wanted to eat. Throughout the meal, my score for the dish fluctuated between four out of ten and six out of ten.” I asked Abbie to continue but she’s been laughing (tears and all) now for the last few minutes and unable to produce actual words. Not sure why.

Hannah’s dinner analysis: “When the waiter came round with the food I couldn’t remember what I ordered so I took the last unclaimed dish.” Suziey: “Do you know what it was?” Hannah: “Perfection.” Suziey: “Right. But what was it?” Hannah: “It was pasta with spicy pork  and like tomato. It was really nice but I…by the end of it, even though it looked like I hadn’t had a lot on my plate (makes joke about having a lot on your plate), finishing it seemed like mission impossible.” (Attempts to make pun about finishing food and Finnish food. It wasn’t Finnish, it was Italian.) “I give it a seven out of ten because it was above average, but it was only two above average. It wasn’t too above average.” (That was a joke).

Suziey’s dinner analysis: “I ate some sort of pasta. It was quite nice. It had little bits of bacon in. I ate all of it. It wasn’t mission impossible. It was just nice. Eight out of ten, because it was better than seven and worse than nine. ”






H: As a non-musical person, as a non-musical listener, as a listener with a distinct lack of musical talent, I’d say Kissin played well. Reasonably well. Obviously I could give him a few tips, for example his syncopation needs improvement, and he should work on improving his key, and while he did hit the majority of the correct notes, his engagement with the audience lacked that special something clearly evident in true musical genius, namely, the hair flick. But overall, in my humble opinion, a satisfactory performance. Concert anecdote: I had ice cream in the interval but couldn’t finish it in time, so put the half-empty ice cream pot in my handbag. Then I got it out and ate it.

A: Kissin was great, however, he was not the number one provider of entertainment that night. He was outclassed by a certain young gentleman sitting on the fourth row who had an incomprehensible ability to clap in a very…now no words will describe this, that’s the issue…flamboyant? Like a seal? No he was so genuine, like it was the best thing he’d ever seen. I feel very strongly about this, because this man’s sincerity should be cherished by all who see him and learn to love him. I feel like we need to dwell on the fact that he clapped….I can’t even explain! Throughout the innumerable number (yes, she did say that) of clapping sessions, my dear young friend did not waver in his clapping enthusiasm for Kissin. He should also win Clapper of the Year 2012 of the UK and Europe. One more thing to note, our dear young friend clearly felt that all those around him should be showing their enthusiasm in like manner, and was baffled by everyone else’s only adequate appreciation for such a spectacular performance.

S: I would like to dwell on the fact that Kissin was actually very very very good, since nobody can ever really tell when Hannah’s joking or not. We were treated to a double encore, and some cracking headbanging from the gentleman on the front row. I was restricted from my full enjoyment of the concert by having to restrain my cough throughout each piece. Also we had a really good view. And we got coke in the interval but the queue was so long that we only got it as the next half was about to start, so we had to speed drink it straight from the bottles, but they were glass bottles which are really hard to drink from because they suck your mouth in so you can’t drink anything.




The Sound of Kissin 

Joshua Palmer, 2012



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