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| 2005-10-26 22:33:15 |
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 Edna |
Sunday will br remembered for ever. it was fantastic! Spent the day in London hooked up with our Chum Stuart, mooched round Virgin megastore and found a tasty Ian Dury compilation in the sale  .
I'd arranged to meet Kat and chums in the White Hart by waterloo station for frosties, as is our want. After imbibing it was off to the studio fotr the recording of the show. At this point, Stuart was moved to another queue. Ha, he's for the meat grinder we chuckled as the lbokes were frisked nad their bags searched (not te ladies, you'll note0.
Sheep like we entered the studio and were herded to our seats. our troupe were up the back, Stuart, was on the front row (git).
The set, oh the set. How can i begin to describe it? fantastic recreation with so many little bits and pieces. They were covered with sheets of course. We sat in anticipation as people lurked in shadows around the periphery of te set while the warm up man told lame jokes and interacted with the audience. The lads came out from the shadows and said hello, to rapturous applause. The entire audience did the teapot (it'll be explained when you actually see it). Questions came from dubious members of the audience Stuart's puss is slap banng on camera grinning like a loon in one shot (pah!). then the filming started in earnest. From the opening sequence with Graeme's fuzzy chops, right ot the end it was pure joy. The memory of Bill the womble and the black pudding will never fade, his revenge over the no 1 spot debarcle. The atmosphere was wonderful. Even when the audience acted as continuity when the hapless floor manager err.. forgt to replace the door. Stories, banter, bikes, everything. I got to meet Lisa Manofski too!
We missed our coach home, but got a later one, the driver let us get on without paying, Nice man. Unlike the bastard who stole my mail yesterday. I went out about 12.30, saw on the side table and thought 'get it later'. Came back 6.50 and it had vanished. Unfortunately, there was a cheque from a man in New Jersey. I was well pissed off I can tell you. The neighbours hadn't picked it up by mistake and it hadn't fallen on the floor. Gone. I had too email the chap and call the police. What a downer. I have supiscions about who it was. What s downer 
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