Made in Heaven

Hired! I've been lucky enough to secure a gig "ushering" at the Covent Garden Comedy Club, which involves setting up chairs, seating people and telling them where the loos are. One of the greatest things about this job though is that this club happens at Heaven, which is the huge gay club where Freddie Mercury used to hang out in the 80s. How cool is that? The first night I was there I was all starry-eyed imagining "if these walls could talk!" but then I realised that I probably didn't want to know what they would say. Heaven is not what I expected, it's under Charing Cross station, a warren of rooms with sticky floors, techno lights, fog machines, and bars, all staffed by cloned Eastern European men who are uniformly gorgeous. The first night I worked, we had to lock up the microphones, and just walking through the early club crowd was the most intense experience of my life. Thank God I had lipstick on. But I think this is going to be fun--my friend Mel is the one who introduced me to her boss. She did the projections for Hedwig. In addition to me, there's two other people from our show there, so it's a toss up whether we're going to usher or break out in song and dance. The money is good and it's two nights a week, so there's my grocery bills taken care of. Last night after the show Mel and I went out for a drink...and long story short I ended up calling Sam and entertaining her for two hours while she rendered. I also extracting lengthy promises for her to email me, promises that she has not yet followed through on, even though I've checked my email seven times today. (seven sounds like a lot, but then again I usually check it 10-20 times a day, but today I got up at 2)

Speaking of the demon internet: here is an interesting site that I've been playing around on whilst waiting for the muse to show up. It's a flash cartoon sponsored by the BBC, so if you have a lot of free time and high bandwidth, check it out. This tells the story of a brother and sister in the 1800s who must save the spirit of England from demons, werewolves and other hell-beasts. They are aided in their quest by the ghosts of Lord Byron, Queen Boudiccea, and Lord Nelson. Lord Nelson is played by Anthony Daniels, better known as C3PO, but that's not the reason I'm writhing in agony. The historical inaccuracies in this show are not to be believed! If I, an American who has never glanced through a biography of Nelson, can tell you that he was only a CAPTAIN on the Agamemnon, NOT an admiral--and that he would never consent to being called "Horatio"--then what does that say about your research staff? Clearly they are not being paid enough. But, then again, anything that involves werewolves, hellbeasts, fey poets and 19th century admirals is worth supporting, if merely for the what the heck? factor. Plus, part two involves zombies...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/ghosts/legacy/



"I've only got one arm, so it make sense for me to hold my hat for all eternity..." eeargh.