Ok, minions, you called my bluff. I wasn't really going to hang myself from the Christmas tree... after all, there's so much to live for! For example:
The color of the sky at twilight.
The color of Stephen Fry at dawn.
The gleam in a lover's eyes.
The inadvertent scrape of a lover's toenails.
The smell of freshly mown grass.
The smell of freshly blown gas. (Ok, maybe that's not actually worth living for, but it rhymed.)
And of course: my upcoming appearance in Voodoo Vaudeville's DEAD GLAM at Komedia Brighton. To quote their PR:
Welcome to the world of voodoo vaudeville, where sinister figures stalk the shadows in a luscious never-never land of defiant performance, deviant theatricality, twisted cabaret, cruel yet tender comedy and cutting edge contemporary dance.
Frisky and Mannish (my faves!!!) and the Glam Chops are also on the bill... hells yeah!
Saturday, Jan 24, Komedia Brighton, 7:30
Here be a linkie poo: http://komediabrighton.ticketsolve.com/events/events_for_show/702155
Mwah!
Glambchop Magoo
