Less Than A Week To Go...

... and as usual I am crapping myself at this point. I often worry about whether or not we've forgotten something really important ('cos we almost always do)and I'm worried we'll be ready to deliver a decent standard of show. Most of the cast have been absent at some point during the rehearsal schedule and it hasn't been a help.

In fact, I feel I must speak up about it now, before comedy is done a grave disservice. Sure, I could shrug my shoulders and say nothing, but then comedy would be the loser. I'm ready to play with big boys. Really big boys, maybe even the biggest. Certainly I will be playing with the biggest boys I can find. I don't need more experience. I'm brilliant, brilliant and ready to play with those big, big boys. The lack of support for grassroots big boys in Glasgow is terrible.

But perhaps it will come together. Perhaps we will once again, against the odds pull off our sacred mission; to mildly impress a small bunch of folk we already know. It is with that mission in mind that I boldly go into tonight’s rehearsal with renewed vigour.

Glue 3 - Fri. 23rd September Blackfriars 8pm (Early Show)

Part of the Merchant City Festival

After a very successful 2 night stint in July, here we go yet again.

And it's been quite a ride already. About 80% new material. Paul asked back after we were told he was "desperate" to work with us again. Of course he said no. Fine, tracksuit.

Booked into Arta, a 200 capacity venue. How were we going to fill that? Never mind. We don't have to. Rod Stewart (no, really) wanted it that night, so we're out.

Then onto rehearsals. Quite tricky when the cast are mostly off on holiday at different times. So we're putting the show together kind of in the same way as The Doors made "L.A Woman". It's all going pretty well though.

Our "big" publicity push should kick in this weekend. Oh, and this will be the last time we use Alan Anderson to "promote" a show of ours, after he somehow managed to get us listed in the festival brochure with several errors, including a bit where he says we're putting a Ceiliah on (again, no, really). Mental.