Since the last blog, we went to Edinburgh. We kind of blacked out for a few weeks in the middle, but fortunately some people documented what happened. This is what they wrote:
‘A fine-tuned show… big laughs, deft character work and impressive musicality.’
‘Personality, music, religion, sex and culture all clash in this riotous act
and the overall effect is a funny, flirtatious concoction that is very entertaining.’
(What’s On Stage)
‘A loud, hilarious night.’
‘A real tour de force… an emotional yet comic tale of
desperation, depravity and love.’
Yes. That's us on the cover. Of The Jewish News. They LOVED us. They even came to watch us on a Friday night, which is the highest honour. Because watching cabaret on Shabbat is a mitzvah. Look it up in the Torah.
Then we took the show to the Soho Theatre. It was so great to perform in our home, back amongst the prostitutes and crack addicts. It looked like this:
Then we did a Christmas show for several nights at the Tristan Bates Theatre. Pistol wore a dreidel on her head and talked a lot about Hannukah. Nobody understood her, so we asked some friends to perform. It looked like this (photos © simonkanephotography.co.uk
THIS IS US:
And that's our last few months in a nutshell.
Thanks for listening.