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October 17, 2006
Aurora Jetee-soned. Do you see what I did there?...
The high rise pair. Me and Lizzie Roper, Ballet Who? 2001. Photo: Turns.
I changed the beginning of my Galina show at Torquay last Saturday. Aurora was out in favour of Giselle.
Martin, co-director of the Little Theatre there, had left on the fly rail a rustic cottage flat (from An Ideal Husband, sighs of Tom Whitehead) in honour of my Giselle skit, so I thought I must use it.
It meant the loss of the following anti-Arts Council jokes:
“For sake of fleecing them of funding,” says Galina, “we must make socially relevant story of Giselle. Not have Giselle come skip out of rustic cottage, no. She must come down skyscraper in piss-filled lift. Talking of which, it is Yorkshire that gets most of Arts Council funding in this country. They have had good sense to form Black Dyke Band up there.”
Actually, I lie. I managed to crowbar the gags in elsewhere. Too good to waste, no?
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