A good expedition always requires careful planning – much like sex when one gets to middle age – so I’m told! So with just six weeks to go before Andrew and I pull on our back packs and front out some of the lesser known dives of South East Asia, (both marine and otherwise), I thought it was time I planned a vague, kind-of, voyage. This route is always used as a guide, never rigid or over-itinerised. That would preclude too many accidents occuring along the way, most of them happy. […]
A private function can be so uncomfortable when one’s privates are functioning! And, tightly strapped into a pair of PVC hot pants, trapped inside a very small room, with 29 very close audience members, glancing, intermittently at one’s member, it is certainly not the easiest set of circumstances under which to perform ! Nerves can go to one’s nerve ! Less said the better. Now, post our private shows, I sit, hot pants shed, and recuperate, as I wait for Andrew to return from his trip down the road, to visit ‘Anna Mae […]
Despite Andrew and I sensibly moving our show forward a day to miss an oncoming storm that had widely been predicted, the storm arrived late. Well, the one that was forecast. Another tempest, a mercurial moment that was not on the horizon, made itself felt instead, as temperatures rose sharply during our act and extremely high pressure dominated the scene! Andrew, who had decided to sup as much ale as Oliver Reed on an Irish stag do, decided to ‘tap’ me on the head with the microphone stand, during one […]
Back in ‘Blighty’ for the first time since spring and Andrew and I seem to have brought the spanish sunshine with us. As torrential storms batter the Costa Del Sol, we have been more fortunate – basking in the warm glow of a beautiful british autumn. We are returning to our home shores for a mini UK Lola Boy tour – Seddlescombe, Hastings, London, Liverpool, Emsworth and Brighton. Beyoncé eat your heart out ! We began our trip in Battle. That famous spot where good King Harold famously came […]
A rocky gig.
The Picasso museum in Malaga was certainly interesting. Some of the old Spaniard’s work really appealed – some of it did not. To be honest, if I want to see an impossibly twisted torso with a disturbingly contorted face I only need to look at Andrew laying beside me of a morning! And I don’t have to pay ten euros for the pleasure. I once had a London agent who often told me I had a face that reminded her of a Picasso – after experiencing eleven rooms of his paintings, […]
And so we hit the uneven boards at our local chiringuito last night, with sand and french toddlers under our feet. A somewhat crazy night, awash with absolute, sincere appreciation shown by some, mixed with a little disbelief from others, and just a dash of disrespect from a few more. A strange, and not to be repeated, cocktail. I’m afraid if I knock it back again, I may knock a child out as the result! Not the best idea to let your kids run riot when there are two, nearly high-kicking, […]