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Last Friday I had one of those Brighton evenings. If you’ve ever had the pleasure of living in our fair town you’ll know what I mean; an evening where the high rents, freezing weather and constant feeling you’re too old or uncool pay off and you remember why you put put up with them, an evening where you make the most of the great pubs and brilliant night life and have fabulous eveing you could only have in Brighton. I went to see The Two Wrongies Christmas Special at the the basement, a lovely establishment where I’m pretty sure I saw a Jamie Hewlitt exhibition a couple of years ago.

It was a show in a barely renovated basement of an old warehouse. The place was clean and the bar stocked with wonderful Dark Star bottles. You might notice it’s taken me a while to describe the Two Wrongies, and for good reason. It’s easiest if I say what the effects were: by the end my jaw was sore from laughing, I’d pondered on topics usually anethema to me and was left dazed by being brought into the world of wrongness inhabitted by these two funnny, beautiful, and sometimes naked women. They have a great show, their dance is joyfully synchronised and their comedic timing is spot on. Words really can’t do them justice (and these definitely can’t) but if you ever get a chance to see them peform, grasp it like you’d grasp an imaginary partner in the air sex olympics.