Russell McGilton
So first week out the way and all is going well with the trail run of ‘Accidents are prohibited on this road’.
Opening night was a blast with over 55 people attending. Nothing is quite like it – the nerves, the jitters, the electric energy of the first performance, unsure of which way it would fall. Of course, not all jokes were laughed at but thank God, Alice Bishop, my fabulous director, helped shape and refine the stories into seat gripping yarns.
Every night is different, and this year I decided not to go with a publicist, and am finding it much harder to get a crowd in amidst the static. I’ve never played to a crowd of nine people before but to my surprise I actually enjoyed it more than the other nights. I could be more intimate with the audience and even downright wrong! I was in the middle of a story, bagging London for the sorry misery that it is, and as audience members blew out a breath of ‘Amen!’ I turned to a German woman that I’d spoken to earlier and said ‘You know what it’s like! That’s why you bombed it!’
Oh, the shame, the shame! She laughed (thank God) but oh, how I suffer from Arsebergers Syndrome.
Looking forward to the rest of the season though am nursing a cold, given to me by my five month old gorgeous baby girl, Ruby. Ah, kids!
