This morning I sent off the tickets I had bought to see Jerry Seinfeld live in London, after selling them on Seatwave.
I bought them seconds after they went on sale but my enthusiasm for the gig had been decreasing ever since I shelled out a load of money for them.
Now. I love Seinfeld.
I could spend the day and night going through episodes, even just the audio as I do on long drives. I love the craft of the script, the performance, the perfect timing with which every word is delivered.
But the Seinfeld I love is the show that features Jerry, George, Kramer and Elaine. It’s not the one man standup although I am always interested in him discussing his process and his refusal ever to say that there is anything like a shortcut to comedic success. His whole approach is based on hard work and hard rework.
At ?100 a pop, I am sure Jerry is doing OK out of the gig but after my initial euphoria at getting the tickets, I think I made the right call.
It could only have tarnished my view of him and the beloved show.
