Well, long time no Blog. I’m sure the world has continued to rotate in spite of my laziness.
The sun rises on a new tour.
I’m happy to report that since my last post, I’ve had at a thousand offers for Viagra and other potency/male enhancing meds. All of which I’ve ingested, resulting in a slight growth on the side of my head and shoulders- I now look like this:
More manly for sure. Pour homme plus masculine.
No worries however, I’m out on tour in the UK again, in many ways I blend in. People think I’m giving a dog a ride on my shoulders.
This tour takes us to 27 cities in just over a month. We’re traveling by car: a BMW sports wagon…or something. Nice car. Gets dirty very quickly.
Our first show was Sheffield, as in the Full Monty, and in honor of that film I did the entire show naked.
We’re lucky to have a fast car.
The posse is smaller this time around: as always there’s Christine Fisichella as Tour/Stage/Lighting Goddess,
Lighting queen- she glows in the dark- just like Glow Worm (batteries sold separately).
John Cooper (my Comic Rain Man) and me (Mr. Dressup).
Hot muffins, or what?
We’re at Bradford (near Leeds) tonight.
Pretty Bradford.
I’ve played here at the cavernous St. George’s Hall before.
The theatre is so big I couldn't fit it into a single frame. It's like Jupiter, without the red spot. Or the moons. Or radiation. It's big, though.
It's hard to photograph three levels of 1800 seats. It's the kind of place where Tom Jones and Bill Bailey perform. I'll be happy to fill the first two rows.
The last time I was here in Bradford, it rained incessantly and the sounds of gunshots rang out every five minutes. The shots were actually a part of a trend where guys would loosen the mufflers on their cars so that they’d intentionally backfire.
As stupid as it may seem, in my youth, I’d have enjoyed watching people jump, duck, and defecate as I’d drive past.
Maybe we’ll loosen the muffler on the Beemer and see what happens.
So, the show goes ever on and on, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Some people are happier than me:
Happy!
Yup.
And even if I should ever find myself getting down there’s always this:
If you can't get satisfaction from TV, you can still get pissed. There's always hope.
Here’s hoping the TV sucks.
See you soon:)
Excellent show in Carlisle last night, thanks for the show 😉
Great show in Loughborough too. Friends had said how good Star Wars was and brought me along to this one, so glad I made it! As a die-hard fan of the books and films I loved the way you recreated the characters and stories in a way that was both funny and appreciative. And just generally gripping theatre. Thank You!