So whilst on the face of it Rats looks to be thriving, audience are turning up, we are making technical breakthroughs not seen in live comedy before and degenerates from across the globe are hearing the sirens call and throwing themselves onto the jagged rocks of the night but I fear I've created a monster, my own version of the Manson family but one that unlike Charles I have no control over.
The scene was set when our ex stage manager Mike turned up dressed as a minion and started ranting about how we'd betrayed him throughout the show and that Russell owns BT and is a secret agent trying to destroy him until he abruptly had to leave to catch a train back to Eastbourne where he is currently living with his grandma.
As always there was an air of tension in the air as we attempt to rig our home brew TV studio with over 100 HDMI leads and XLR Cables in less than 90 minutes at a cost of £5000 and rising in equipment costs. I never know if it is going to work until 1 minute before show time, throw in the fact that I bring my 7 month old puppy to show and the word stressed out doesn't even cover my state of mind when I take to the stage.
A man in the audience was adamant that I was wearing a wig and constantly shouted out the word wig at me, I decided to bring him down a peg or two only to find out that his job was helping young people with autism get jobs I was check mated and there was nothing I could do but stand there and take the insults. the second half we had a live piano recital via video link and a guest on the podcast genuinely looked and behaved like a murderer. I came off stage to be shown a slanderous illegal video by our ex contributor Ceaser Knight
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