Christmas Eve tomorrow.
This morning I had an interview on BBC Radio Guernsey. I remember having tables at The Auberge that had come over to see the show two years ago. If there’s fuck all going on in Jersey, I get the sense you can double it for Guernsey. And Alderney? Beautiful island, but just getting on with it. I’m curious to go visit. What’s going on there?
The DJ asked me about the lack of a fourth wall in our show. He called it “audience participation”. It was one of those questions along the lines of “If you invite chaos, how do you deal with it when it arrives?” I told him we build whatever the fuck we get into the show. I think I inadvertently used the word “wacky” while trying to keep it light. insha’Allah.
This evening we had a table that had clearly been drinking since morning, sitting at the front in a room of about 200 people. When Scrooge started doing basic maths, they just started shouting “seven” to every question. Initially I incorporated it by trying to give status to a question to which the answer was actually seven. That worked to a limited degree, but then the word “seven” started to pollinate from table to table. Scrooge thus became obsessed with the number seven, judiciously knowing that it had become a word that would carry an audience response. We layered it in and the show, which was filmed, became a seven-cake of a show because it had to. Future casts might get sent the YouTube. “This is how it works”. Good luck to them. “What’s with seven,” they will ask.
Will and I invite chaos because we both think we are clever enough to deal with it. Fire and Wood Tigers, we have found a quick and powerful partnership. We won tonight. We win every night.
The “seven” table were slow to leave after the show and the second slowest table members to leave pointed at them, still ensconced as they were leaving: “Oh so they were plants all along! The seven thing was scripted and now they get a lockin?” “No. No it really wasn’t. You try shifting them.”
Joy. Incorporation. I had to work very hard to shut them down when Yet to Come shows up, but … we won.
I’m knackered. Two shows tomorrow and then I’ll miss it. Zzzz
AlBarclay 