Drop and Roll

Theatre at the weekend. Post-drinks in Wyvils Howard and I were telling his friend, Jamie, about the performance. He summed it up nicely. "Sounds like The Colour Purple(1) meets Michael Jackson.'

I would sum it up as memorable.

In short. It was a one-woman performance incorporating dancing, storytelling, pictures, film, sea shanties, poetry and more,... much more. All in the space of 80 minutes with no interval. There were so many strands throughout it was quite difficult to focus. But it was memorable.

Highlight was probably watching Jacqui and Howard luvvy each other up afterwards.

"You're brilliant."
"No, no, no, you're brilliant."
"No, no, no, you're so utterly fabulous that I'm going to paint you in gold and hang you from my living room wall."

Then onwards and upwards to Duckie where we caught yet another performance - a drag artist from New York (I think) dressed not unlike Miss Havisham in Great Expectations. But with glitter. And an electronic ukulele.

That was my weekend. Just how much do you want to be me?

On another completely separate note. Is it just me, or when you see an electronic roller door going down do you get the urge to drop and roll?

(1) The book, not the film.