OUR BESTEST GIG YET!
Greetings to you, the faithful worshippers of the Sinister Fairy.
Well, where to start... April 5th saw the biggest turnout yet for a CHEEKY/SINISTER gig, with standing room only for those too tardy to show up before the gig and German beach-towel a table for themselves. All told, we got over a hundred people in; big audiences mean big profits, which means more money to spend on next month's headliner... Mr X, our shadowy benafactor and sometime M.C. is most pleased, though he does regret that he spent the days leading up to the gig playing Resident Evil 4 instead of writing new linking material.
The show was opened by the fabulous Joey Paige and his equally fabulous hat, whose surreal stylings and delivery had a certain Noel Fielding/Mighty Boosh-esque quality. He was ably followed by the brilliant and sexually frank Laura Nunn, who was sadly not wearing her yellow 'Runs like a girl' t-shirt. Liam Spiers added some Scottish spunk to the mix with a blinding set, and the first act was rounded off by the supremely talented Dom Horner who performed some exclusive, brand-spanking new material for our eager, virgin ears.
Mere moments after rejoicing punters had toasted the comic skills of our first batch of performers the second act began, spearheaded by Guy Jackson, an insane Canadian who wandered in five minutes before the show and asked if he could tell a funny story. The story he told was batshit crazy and involved a man called Fitzgerald and an ice-cream, and as far as we in the Land of Sinister are concerned, Guy is the kind of nutty bastard we'd like to see more of. CHEEKY/SINISTER has a lot of time for people who fancy giving stand-up a punt, and we were handsomely rewarded by Guy's Kanuck lunacy.
Guy was followed by the double-plus-goodness of The Girl From Ugly herself, Caitlin Storey (who, ironically, is actually quite pretty). Caitlin delivered a set that blew the doors off despite feeling very unwell, and was professional enough not to punch Mr X for smoking near her despite her condition. Caitlin was followed by a woman familiar to loyal CHEEKY/SINISTER punters, the always impressive Alice Fisher. Mr X informs me that Alice excelled herself, delivering her most intimate and spontaneous performance yet... But Mr X takes drugs and wears a snorkel whenever he enters a public telephone box, so his words should be treated with caution.
The final performance of the night was Hils Barker, who was so good I'm not going to waste adjectives trying to describe it. Not only did she make us seriously consider the usefulness of greetings cards for those who've suffered domestic abuse ("Violets are red, roses are blue, don't call the police, I still love you"), she also laid into the Kaiser Chiefs for using the word 'sensible' in a pop song ("They think it's rock... but they're wrong"). Hils made mention unto Mr X of two television pilots she's working on, so there's a chance you might be seeing this remarkably talented lady on TV soon.
Special thanks must go out to the two pissed girls who promised to spend the night walking around on their knees if we let them in for half price (they managed about fifteen minutes), and the Fairy Killing bastard who rushed to the defence of Mark Hamil (the hamster-faced actor who played Luke Skywalker in Star Wars to us non-geeks) during Caitlin's set.
Our next gig is May 3rd, and already Mr X has called upon dark forces in order to secure top-notch acts; the blood of many gerbils has been shed...
Until next time, oh righteous wielders of the holy spaff:
Tweak the pickle!
Spew forth the invisible lizard!
Pleasure the incandescent client-server button!
Ambulate the canines!
Corrupt the salty dermal salami!
That is all for now.
Well, where to start... April 5th saw the biggest turnout yet for a CHEEKY/SINISTER gig, with standing room only for those too tardy to show up before the gig and German beach-towel a table for themselves. All told, we got over a hundred people in; big audiences mean big profits, which means more money to spend on next month's headliner... Mr X, our shadowy benafactor and sometime M.C. is most pleased, though he does regret that he spent the days leading up to the gig playing Resident Evil 4 instead of writing new linking material.
The show was opened by the fabulous Joey Paige and his equally fabulous hat, whose surreal stylings and delivery had a certain Noel Fielding/Mighty Boosh-esque quality. He was ably followed by the brilliant and sexually frank Laura Nunn, who was sadly not wearing her yellow 'Runs like a girl' t-shirt. Liam Spiers added some Scottish spunk to the mix with a blinding set, and the first act was rounded off by the supremely talented Dom Horner who performed some exclusive, brand-spanking new material for our eager, virgin ears.
Mere moments after rejoicing punters had toasted the comic skills of our first batch of performers the second act began, spearheaded by Guy Jackson, an insane Canadian who wandered in five minutes before the show and asked if he could tell a funny story. The story he told was batshit crazy and involved a man called Fitzgerald and an ice-cream, and as far as we in the Land of Sinister are concerned, Guy is the kind of nutty bastard we'd like to see more of. CHEEKY/SINISTER has a lot of time for people who fancy giving stand-up a punt, and we were handsomely rewarded by Guy's Kanuck lunacy.
Guy was followed by the double-plus-goodness of The Girl From Ugly herself, Caitlin Storey (who, ironically, is actually quite pretty). Caitlin delivered a set that blew the doors off despite feeling very unwell, and was professional enough not to punch Mr X for smoking near her despite her condition. Caitlin was followed by a woman familiar to loyal CHEEKY/SINISTER punters, the always impressive Alice Fisher. Mr X informs me that Alice excelled herself, delivering her most intimate and spontaneous performance yet... But Mr X takes drugs and wears a snorkel whenever he enters a public telephone box, so his words should be treated with caution.
The final performance of the night was Hils Barker, who was so good I'm not going to waste adjectives trying to describe it. Not only did she make us seriously consider the usefulness of greetings cards for those who've suffered domestic abuse ("Violets are red, roses are blue, don't call the police, I still love you"), she also laid into the Kaiser Chiefs for using the word 'sensible' in a pop song ("They think it's rock... but they're wrong"). Hils made mention unto Mr X of two television pilots she's working on, so there's a chance you might be seeing this remarkably talented lady on TV soon.
Special thanks must go out to the two pissed girls who promised to spend the night walking around on their knees if we let them in for half price (they managed about fifteen minutes), and the Fairy Killing bastard who rushed to the defence of Mark Hamil (the hamster-faced actor who played Luke Skywalker in Star Wars to us non-geeks) during Caitlin's set.
Our next gig is May 3rd, and already Mr X has called upon dark forces in order to secure top-notch acts; the blood of many gerbils has been shed...
Until next time, oh righteous wielders of the holy spaff:
Tweak the pickle!
Spew forth the invisible lizard!
Pleasure the incandescent client-server button!
Ambulate the canines!
Corrupt the salty dermal salami!
That is all for now.
posted by The Sinister Fairy at 6:41 PM
4 Comments:
I am both cheeky and sinister. I demand royalties. So when are you going to put me and Matt up so that we can witness one of these festivals of delight? Eh? I just handed my notice in. Hoorah.
p.s I am not a gaggy-whanger.
I don't get it.
Hi, I was just wandering the blogosphere and here I am at your blog. I enjoy the style of how this all works.
This is one to watch.
Cheers,
what is a time share
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