Fearg on Fridays V

Shut up! I know it's not Friday, but I'm still the only one to keep my promise and post once a week, even if I do occasionally post it on Saturday morning. So screw you, you naysayers. Why is this post late I hear you scream? Well I shall tell you my vociferous friend, I have been 'Natural'ing. What's Naturaling? I hear you once more strain your larynx in an effort to be heard. Well Naturaling is my verb for the work I do for the Natural theatre company. The Natural theatre company before you yell, are a professional theatre company who specialize in comic street performance. Tonight I was an ensign (red shirt) in a Star Trek spoof, a conehead scientist, and a silver pensioner. It was a bit of a giggle, and good pay too. Not to be sniffed at. So that's why the post is late. Ok?

Right. On to the serious business of comedy blogs. Buggerit. Um... I've got a picture or two? Like this vaguely arty-blur-effect one of me in my Mate T-shirt during our first ever run in front of people. Yes, I almost forgot about that. We did a run. Not a fun run, or a marathon or anything of that ilk. But a runthrough of the play in front of other people. Not New Old Friends people, just old friends and relatives to be honest. It was good. Believe me there have been times during this that I didn't think I'd be saying that, but I can now. Without guilt or qualification; this play is a good play. It is a comedy that will make you laugh. It's the comic equivalent of Ronseal that, it does exactly what it says on the tin. Except it doesn't come in a tin. But in your eyes and ears. Not sexual coming though, its more of a visual and aural coming situation respectively really.

So yes, that was good. People said nice things. Nice things about the play, rather than just listing nice things such as cake, or chocolates, or a kiss on the cheek when you're sleepy. They didn't say any of those things, but they did say things like "I'll book that show if it goes on tour" Or "You should definitely get some producers to watch it, it has BBC3 sitcom all over it." Which are very nice things to hear if you have written a comedy play. Which we have.

Here is another photogram, (His Dark Materials reference for y'all there). This photo is from Black Sunday, sorry PC police I mean IC2 Sunday. The photo shows Andy (Wes) in the front row Josh (Toni) in the light and Fearg (Will) in the hat. If you study the angle on Fearg's (Fearg who is me, and shall henceforth be described as such, or I, myself, mine, various other first-person participles), so anyway, if one were to study the angle of my shoulders one would clearly see the dejection that had crept in. Dejection coupled with doubt as to the play's merits. These dejected doubts deserved destruction and duly delivered dere destined decision. Dat's right bitches, I got alliterative on your ass. But basically the doubts were crushed by the twin goodness of Marc's arrival as guest director and the scratch performance at the delightful Rondo.

For my final picture I will show thee Marc. He is the one sat down. With the beer. It is about 1 o'clock. That's his second. Good man. The other guy is Josh. But you should know that by now. Check out the title page on Josh's script...Mate? Sounds like and incredible comedy. Oh wait it is!

And here ends my late, but fifth blog. Which is three more than anyone else in the company. Possibly. I do have to bow down the Josh Blogolga though. That was pretty impressive. I've not really got an answer except for the lame Dunloplogalotta which sounds like something that would fight Pikachu on some Japanese schoolboy's portable games console.

Either way, much love. Stay classy San Diego.
xx