okay, looking at animated sexual positions is just amusing, especially when they are entitled "Persuading the Debtor".
Treasure Island seems to have gone off like a frog in a sock, followed by accute asphyxiation.
Opening kicked arse (audience and performance), and the shindig at the pub afterwards rocked the Kaz-baa (sic).
I believe Jeremy was quite a satisfied customer of the evening. And all i did was sit on his lap (but he begrudged me those soujourns to the ladies because his lap would get cold). It was many hours of drunken fun. Much rum. Much, much rum.
Both shows the next day went considerably well despite the rampant hangovers. Pity audience was crap. Matinee was okay, but the evening performance... we performed to 15 people who looked like they would rather have been elsewhere. It was the same for sunday.
Highlight of sunday (if you can call it that): diving off the stage and landing superbly, only to have a little too much momentum while trying to stand and fuggering up my right hand. hurt like a buggering, still kinda does, but at least the mobility has mostly returned. and despite the incredibly audible crack/pop it made, not a single sign of swelling anywhere *impressed* is just a little stiff from being all bandaged and immobile for the last 24 or so hours.
Plan for the rest of today: after my 6am arrival and my post midday awakening and a scrumptions lunch of boiled eggs and toast, I'm gunna stay home. I'm gunna bugger around on the internet for a bit. I'm gunna watch a dvd. I'm gunna go to bed early.
I'm gunna REALX!
perhaps then, my jaw will stop trying to remove itself from my head.
til next...
~Kits~
Treasure Island seems to have gone off like a frog in a sock, followed by accute asphyxiation.
Opening kicked arse (audience and performance), and the shindig at the pub afterwards rocked the Kaz-baa (sic).
I believe Jeremy was quite a satisfied customer of the evening. And all i did was sit on his lap (but he begrudged me those soujourns to the ladies because his lap would get cold). It was many hours of drunken fun. Much rum. Much, much rum.
Both shows the next day went considerably well despite the rampant hangovers. Pity audience was crap. Matinee was okay, but the evening performance... we performed to 15 people who looked like they would rather have been elsewhere. It was the same for sunday.
Highlight of sunday (if you can call it that): diving off the stage and landing superbly, only to have a little too much momentum while trying to stand and fuggering up my right hand. hurt like a buggering, still kinda does, but at least the mobility has mostly returned. and despite the incredibly audible crack/pop it made, not a single sign of swelling anywhere *impressed* is just a little stiff from being all bandaged and immobile for the last 24 or so hours.
Plan for the rest of today: after my 6am arrival and my post midday awakening and a scrumptions lunch of boiled eggs and toast, I'm gunna stay home. I'm gunna bugger around on the internet for a bit. I'm gunna watch a dvd. I'm gunna go to bed early.
I'm gunna REALX!
perhaps then, my jaw will stop trying to remove itself from my head.
til next...
~Kits~