Theatre Pics.

Here we go then, some pics. Nothing of any real worth, sorry, but I do love the atmosphere of a working theatre- I've always been about process rather than product, and I hope these give a flavour of that process. Click 'em for full-size, as always.


The empty stage, there- Peter Brook would be proud.



I don't know- I've been performing now for eighteen-odd years, and I still find the theatre so much more interesting when there's no audience in it.

It's All Coming True.

Presenting The Big Donor Show, a reality-television special airing this Friday night in Holland where a cancer victim will choose which of three kidney-disease sufferers will inherit her kidneys after her inevitable death. The selection process will involve video diaries from the three hopefuls, conversations with their friends and families and, best of all, "viewers will vote by text to urge her who to choose after the videos... have been broadcast" (article here).

A decade ago, this sort of thing was what alternative comedy was made of- We've all seen The Day Today, one can imagine this win-a-kidney gameshow being hosted by Chris Morris in his meth-head Paxman guise, but it's totally real, and produced by (who else?) Endemol, Big Brother fans.

Keep in mind that every "TWAT #2 2 WIN LOL VIKI IN DRBY XXX" text that scrolls across the bottom of the screen during the new series is helping to fund television in which death and disease are boiled and sifted to make a televisual gruel on which CUNTS GROW FATTER AND MORE STUPID, and in which you're not texting to evict some dead-eyed no-mark, but to save an actual disease-ravaged human life.

Whatever next, eh? Anyone for Monkey Tennis?

The Best Day of My Life.

It seems like it takes a lot to get me blogging these days- there are loads of photos from the show I need to put up, as well as lots of news from work and such. I've got tickets to a talk by Armando Iannucci next weekend at the Hay Festival, which I'm ecstatic about, but really I'm here to talk about today.


The best day of my life.

I could give you the full preamble, but the bottom line is that I JUST SAW AND SPOKE TO CJ DE MOOI OFF "EGGHEADS" WHILE WALKING THROUGH ABERGAVENNY.

I Believe in Harvey Dent.

Exactly how fucking cool is that?

EDIT- NOT AS FUCKING COOL AS THIS:

AWESOME RECORD ALERT.

Enter Shikari are currently providing the soundtrack to my life. "Take to the Skies" is the finest album I've heard in a long, long time, even beating the brilliant new release from NIN in the "play it through then start it again" stakes. High-energy synth behind roaring yet melodic and lyrical metal. This band sound like they're channeling Faith No More at their finest- yup, they're that fucking good.

What a Cool Week.

I'm having a good one, I really am. Yes, this isn't the most scintillating website at the mo, but y'know. Fuck off.

Opening Night Tomorrow...

... and that's all I really want to say about that. Terrified, adrenalised, all that madness.