Well, long time no Blog. I’m sure the world has continued to rotate in spite of my laziness.
I’m happy to report that since my last post, I’ve had at a thousand offers for Viagra and other potency/male enhancing meds. All of which I’ve ingested, resulting in a slight growth on the side of my head and shoulders- I now look like this:
No worries however, I’m out on tour in the UK again, in many ways I blend in. People think I’m giving a dog a ride on my shoulders.
This tour takes us to 27 cities in just over a month. We’re traveling by car: a BMW sports wagon…or something. Nice car. Gets dirty very quickly.
Our first show was Sheffield, as in the Full Monty, and in honor of that film I did the entire show naked.
We’re lucky to have a fast car.
The posse is smaller this time around: as always there’s Christine Fisichella as Tour/Stage/Lighting Goddess,
John Cooper (my Comic Rain Man) and me (Mr. Dressup).
We’re at Bradford (near Leeds) tonight.
I’ve played here at the cavernous St. George’s Hall before.
The last time I was here in Bradford, it rained incessantly and the sounds of gunshots rang out every five minutes. The shots were actually a part of a trend where guys would loosen the mufflers on their cars so that they’d intentionally backfire.
As stupid as it may seem, in my youth, I’d have enjoyed watching people jump, duck, and defecate as I’d drive past.
Maybe we’ll loosen the muffler on the Beemer and see what happens.
So, the show goes ever on and on, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Some people are happier than me:
And even if I should ever find myself getting down there’s always this:
Here’s hoping the TV sucks.
See you soon:)