"I’m John-Luke Roberts," says John-Luke Roberts. "And I’m Thom-Luke Tuck..."
Yesterday's inaugural edition of The Alternative Comedy Memorial Society (or, The Captain Planet Repertory Theatre Company) went very well indeed, for all the catchphrase potential of "a failure" / "oh noble failure". I am now better capable of explaining it, also, though my flyer technique of "comedy that is good; he's in it" may yet remain, it having proven quite efficacious.
Before the first interval we are urged to submit fictional entries to a time capsule likely to be buried during this year’s Edinburgh Festival. Creations that do not yet exist, but would be freakin' awesome if they did, as with Sarah's delight delighting Thom, above. By way of example, Luke shows off a copy of the Beano with a free steak and kidney pie, and promptly tells Thom off for being over limber in his demonstration of the toe manipulation equipment, as the string wouldn’t need to be so long if users were intended to raise a foot that high. Luke also has a bottle of “text water”, which can hold over 15,000 (or was it 1,500?) text messages. He squirts some in Thom’s face, in proof. “LOL,” says Thom, damply. Heh.
Fortnightly Tuesdays. Come.
Before the first interval we are urged to submit fictional entries to a time capsule likely to be buried during this year’s Edinburgh Festival. Creations that do not yet exist, but would be freakin' awesome if they did, as with Sarah's delight delighting Thom, above. By way of example, Luke shows off a copy of the Beano with a free steak and kidney pie, and promptly tells Thom off for being over limber in his demonstration of the toe manipulation equipment, as the string wouldn’t need to be so long if users were intended to raise a foot that high. Luke also has a bottle of “text water”, which can hold over 15,000 (or was it 1,500?) text messages. He squirts some in Thom’s face, in proof. “LOL,” says Thom, damply. Heh.
Fortnightly Tuesdays. Come.