I have, in previous blog posts, moaned about how I sometimes find the fact that half of my circle of friends live scattered all over the planet, and that I see them once a year if I'm lucky, hard to deal with. And it is. These are people that I'd love to be able to hang out with often, but the nature of our shared work means that we're travelling players. That's what let us all meet in the first place, and that's what means we're never together for very long. It can be heartbreaking, but this year I realised the upside. I only get to watch them perform every couple of years or so, so watching their shows always feels fresh. I leant against a wall at the back of the astonishingly adorable Noa & Uri's show, and even though I've seen it a zillion times, I hadn't seen it lately, so I was able to enjoy it like a real audience member, and those bastards made me cry. I shared a double bill show with the brilliant, brilliant Fraser Hooper, and had to stuff my hand in my mouth to muffle my hooting laughter. I'm not so used to watching them perform that the joy and spontaneity is lost, replaced with unconscious analysis - the curse of the performer watching the performer. I can be a punter.
|Kelly. Who is usually grinning, except in photos.|
Anyway, it was fun, Here's some more photos.
|Yep, they have hen parties in Germany too|
And then, as soon as I'd cleared customs back into fancy London, it was back up at, perhaps a quarter past ungodly, to assemble the London cabaret revolutionaries for a spot of filming. Oh yes. Hopefully you'll remember last years cabariot? Well, if you need reminding...
So that's what happened when the X-Factor got all up in the cabarati's grill.. And then all was quiet, until earlier this year, a festival of London cabaret was announced, that redefined cabaret as "American songbook", failed to include one London cabaret performer, and booked comedian Alexander Armstrong to sing cabaret songs, which would include the theme tune to The Wombles. Oh, and then the lovely Alexander got all misogynistic and unreconstructed in an Evening Standard interview, and said “A whole load of old strippers bought themselves pompons and souped-up their sets and are calling themselves burlesque.”
(a) What the hell is a pompon?
(b) Oh, it's fucking on.
Cabariot 2: Cabarevolution is incoming. In the meantime, here are some photos from the filming day...
Oh, and just in case you think that instead of spending our time doing that, we should have set up our own London Cabaret Festival, that reflects what's truly going on in the London cabaret scene, then relax.
We did that as well.