I’m not sure how Pauline convinced me to go come to see Here Come The Boys but I’m not too sad about it. Yes it was all entirely Pauline’s idea. 🙂

The website says of Here Come The Boys that it “artistically encapsulates a wide range of sensuous and visually stimulating performances that offer the perfect blend of live music, hot dance moves and muscle! All choreographed by Cris Judd (choreographer to Jennifer Lopez, lead dancer for Michael Jackson during his History Tour).” Its basically like the Chippendales (some of the crew, actually 75% of the crew, were originally from the Chippendales) but under a new name.

Hmmm …

We walked into the Watford Colosseum and were confronted with this:

We almost walked straight back out because we were worried that we were the only people there. In honesty, there were a couple of times on the way to the Colosseum that we nearly turned around from sheer embarrassment of coming to a “review.”

We decided to give it a chance, we’d paid for our tickets already after all, and walked in to the bar/café and thankfully we found that’s where everyone was waiting. When I say everyone I mean the women. Okay there were a few men in attendance but they were all clearly of a certain persuasion or had been dragged along by their girlfriend. It wasn’t a particularly young or classy crowd either though everyone was nevertheless in attendance for a good time.

Pauline and I met this girl who was at the show on her own. Before we said anything she started talking to us claiming to be dating one of the guys on stage and though she was a perfectly nice girl she didn’t really seem to even look at her guy or he her so we were a bit suspicious. Still, it was rather entertaining to hear her try to convince us she knew the guys.

The format of the show was basically a bunch of guys dancing or moving (some of the guys were fit but were clearly not dancers) to dance hits. Now and then Nikk Mager, known first for being a reject on X-Factor, would come out and belt out a few tracks. He was actually quite a good performer but he never got down to more than having his shirt open. For ease of reference Pauline started to nickname the guys including one of my favourites Keanu (he really looked like Keanu Reeves), old guy, bad dancer, big old guy, watford boy (one of the lads had apparently grown up in Watford), … I have to admit that some of the guys were pretty hot. Pretty d@mn hot. 🙂 though there was definitely a large variety to cater for all tastes. Interestingly, however, all but one of the guys were dark-haired and even the one guy who wasn’t was probably naturally a brunette as he had peroxided blonde hair (he had to have been the hottest.)

Unfortunately we could take no photos or videos throughout the performance but you can get an idea of what we saw on stage here and also from my photos from the end of the show (at the end you can go up and pose with the guys and they’ll give you a Polaroid for a fiver!)

As with any show like this you knew they were going to come into the audience. I was sitting on the edge so I was extremely nervous that I’d be pulled up on stage like three of the poor women were. Happy to have the guys in my lap (heh heh) as part the audience but up on stage? No thanks! Though I have to say the three women delighted in being up there. I would have died!

There was no intentional nudity in the show by the way for those of you reading this and thinking naughty thoughts! They did have two scenes where one boy had the stage to himself and he had his kit off but one scene involved him (bad dancer) writhing around on a bed with bed sheets strategically held in place and another involved watford boy in the shower. Unintentionally he flashed his treasures but it was only because we were kind of off to the side and accidentally caught a glimpse. Lol.

An interesting, and different, nights’ entertainment that’s of sure…