Day 17 - Aspartame Controversy

Day 17 was the day of fatigue. The day of fire and destruction. The day of sadness and the day of joy.

I had come in from "the socialising" to my flat with its omnidirectional shower at an hour familiar only to those trying to avoid conversation with the horror of the night before.

I had no hours sleep then went off to do 3 Man Roast.

The show went surprisingly well for me although some of the audience walked out. We were glad they did. I had noticed they were doing shots before the show and we are not a show catering to the laddish demographic. I think 3 Man Roast is best enjoyed sober with access to wikipedia for references and they clearly wanted to us to reinforce their prejudices while validating that drinking so much they vomit there own anus was a lifestyle choice.

At this point I should have returned to my flat with its omnidirectional shower and slept

I should have done this.

Instead I wandered about a little and ran into doyens of the Norwich Cabaret scene Joe and Lucy who were up for a while. As the show was about to go up and after hugging Bob Slayer we went to watch Frank Sanazi.

The premise is Hitler as Rat Pack singer. Its a one joke Cabaret act beautifully well thought through and realised. Hopefully the combined might of Headless, No Strings and Salt Box will be able to entice him to Norwich soon. He played Norwich once before at Bonanafana Social Club to a mixed reaction. I am tempted to say this was the wrong demographic for him. Plug him into Norwich's alt/metal scene and I think we are onto a winner.

We saw him in The Hive on Edinburgh's

Niddry Street

. A vast, dank bunker which fitted the act. We were lamenting Norwich lack of basements and medium sized venues. Which is a common gripe of mine.

Then I did my evening show LOTWAA and if you were at the show I would like to apologise. I was so tired by this point I could barely focus my vision and turned in a performance that wasn’t so my dialled in as performed on a dial-up internet connection where all the data kept getting corrupted and important bits missed out and probably it was better to leave it and come back at a better time.

After this horror show I slinked off to the Pear Tree for the birthday party of a man I have never spoken to and then went home early to birch my balls in penitence.