I'm just back from the annual cultural binge that is the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Luckily, I was able to moor the Black Pig alongside near to Cramond sea front (home of Auld Reekie's Parkrun) and so keep to my programme. It's W5R3 next.
Rubbing shoulders with all of those luvvies gave me and idea – why don't we put a show on here, now?! C'mon kids, we can save the youth club from demolition by dastardly Robert Morley (it was always Robert Morley)!!
Scene One
The stage is bare except for a settee illuminated by a single light on which are sat Aussie and Misswobble. A fanfare is followed by a rhythmic chugging music that gradually transforms into the strains of “Top Hat and Tails”. A & M rise, look at each other, step forward and begin to sing whilst they run on the spot in an ever so slightly camp fashion (sorry Aussie, but hey, this IS the biz we call show!):
We're pullin' on our Lycra,
Puttin' on corn plasters
Prayin' not to fail.
We're fiddlin' with our iPods
Dreading Laura's music
Trying not to wail.
We're stepping out my chums
To breathe an atmosphere
We really hope is grass
And we trust that you'll excuse our dust
When we release some gas.
For we'll be there
Glowin 'cause we want to
Dodgin' round the dog poo
A blur out on the trail.
We're pullin' on our Lycra,
Puttin' on corn plasters
Prayin' not to fail.
Riotous applause greets this opening number (natch) and when that dies down, well, what?
Where to take the plot next? What roles would suit some of the personalities on here? What mangled songs can we shoe horn in? Should it be kitchen sink or sequin city? You decide... you know you want to