Another late night. I’m in my Premier Inn room, but the staff have caught on that I’m Scrooge. I think some audience members dobbed me in last night. Now they all know so I have to be on best behaviour. No more getting my room turned over when it’s a pants explosion. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.
The majority of people I’m coming across this run are delightful. We are running a bar here though, and the show always goes up late simply because the bar is open as long as possible. Plus this is Jersey. There’s fuck all happening. As a result we frequently have audience members getting smashed during the show. Tonight we had one guy who was very hard to shut up. I had to employ the old teacher trick of giving him a solo voice for a while and then congratulating him. I let him sing a solo bit and told him how tuneful he was. I did it cos I needed him to shut his cakehole in Yet To Come when the fourth wall drops like a portcullis and I can’t do anything to affect the audience outside of delivery.
Lou is on the debt board. In fact, any of you who I know personally and who read this blog – you are all probably on it. Someone tried to get Lou forgiven this evening but it didn’t pass muster, so Osbert Tits was forgiven instead the little wuss. He runs a bird sanctuary. The rest of you, I’ll let you know when / if you get off.
Two more shows tomorrow.
This has always been about coralling hammered people. Now I’m in a room with 200 of them and I’m insulting them. I sometimes have a moment where I really understand how lucky the few idiots running the world are that the majority of people don’t just tear them apart.
I went down a Campbell hole with Will this evening. I was talking about king sacrifice, and trying to reference this passage:
I kinda wish the leaders we tolerate still knew this was the end of their time in charge.
I’m happy to be high status in a silly drunk room though. And Will is a delight to work with even if he reminds me of me.
AlBarclay 