So, we've had two rather excellent shows since the last post. Word seems to be getting out about our undeniable fabulousity (eh, maybe that's not a real word) and the denizens of Naas, Newbridge and even as far away as Navan (woot! it's a palindrome) are flocking in their tens of, er, tens to see our bottoms. Yes, we're quite the thing in towns beginning with N. Quite the thing.
I'll outline the details of the past two shows because that seems to be all the rage with the blogger kids these days. Details I mean, not our show.
From the mists of time and my foggy memory - Friday 27th of January 2006:
Well, we all arrived at the Dara cinema, (www.daracinema.com, that's for Fran, the cinema manager!) and found that there were people there. Real people. With heads and arms and knees. And quite a few of them at that. And how nice they all were. We had a couple from Poland who were particularly lovely and laughed their way through the whole film and didn't mind at all when Ross (our lovely Rocky) waggled his gold hotpant-clad crotch in their faces. Sure why would they, says you. And you should have seen the audience when Marc (the best Frank this side of Tim Curry) threw off his cape. They loved it, the dirty feckers. Well, it's not every day you get to see a 6'5" 18 year old in corset and suspenders (although, to be fair, you could see it every week if you came to our show).
Mairead (Magenta), Jen (Columbia), PJ (Riff Raff), Aidan (Brad), Wayne (Eddie and Dr. Scott that week) kicked muchos arse also, with Mags and Riff Raff's elbow sex being particularly realistic (what?! you've never done elbow sex?! you ain't lived mate!). They'll have no-one but themselves to blame if they get an elbowly transmitted disease. Long sleeves - you know it makes sense.
The evening also saw the initiation of Non-Life Threatening Injury Fortnight, with Ross falling arse over tit over a bunch of folding chairs, me (Janet/Slapper/Slut, yeah, yeah, sticks and stones, etc..) getting kicked in the head during the pool scene and me in turn poking Marc in the eye with my pointy nails mere seconds later. Luckily there was plenty of joke blood around for the necessary emergency transfusions.
Ah, the fun we had. All the peoples there shook our hands after. Like I said - loverly folks.
Friday 3rd of February 2006
Now, this was last Friday's show (see what I did there, yep, advanced date calculation my friends). Even bigger crowd in, although they were a little quieter. Well, some of them were, some others weren't and did very bold things in clear view of the whole cinema. I'd love to put the picture of the guy in question up here sometime and warn everyone to not ever shake hands with him, you don't know where it's been (although we emphatically do!). Eugggggh!
Non-Life Threatening Injury Fortnight continued on a smaller scale with me falling hard on my rear after slipping on some orangey stuff while running round during Planet Schmanet Janet (it's just a song in the film where I have to run around like a twat). Thank god I've been padding that baby up good over the years, almost in anticipation of such an eventuality and no lasting damage occured to my Buns of Steel (ok, ok, Buns of Jelly).
So, yeah, it went pretty well apart from that. Although our Floorshow still looks like a gang of drunk middle-aged office workers kick dancing to "New York, New York" in a country nightclub at 2am. This is mainly down to me fucking it up by unfailingly going the wrong side every time. But I'm working on it!
Our costumes are going to be kick ass very soon. Stick with us for updates!