Well Faver-chums, it has been a very exciting couple of weeks for the Brothers(and Sister) Dreadful. Those of you with eagle eyes, and detective brains, may have been able to piece some of it together from our listings, but here, at last, is the inside scoop. Last week saw us both take to the stage at our largest ever gig, the BBC London Children in Need show at the Shepherd's Bush Empire (see below) and record our first ever piece for TV.
Shepherds Bush was great fun, with a smashing line-up including such comedic heavy weights as Al Murray, Tim Vine and the Oh-so-lovely and oh-so-tiddly-wee Lucy Porter. Gratifyingly we managed to get away without looking balls in such illustrious company, by the simple trick of not being balls. Backstage was like something out of Glastonbury before it got all commercial. We supped upon the finest Coca-cola, and popped more cocktail sausages than Henry VIII on pork-based crack. Meanwhile Al Murray and Lucy Porter were watching Autumnwatch while Shappi Khorsandi had to listen to a blow-by-blow account of Thom's greatest ever bowling spell. (For those interested he took 7-31 from the pavilion end at Kilgooley Secondary school on July 14th 1999.) The whole night was literally hewn from pure rock. Onstage we went over pretty well, and a good time was had by all.
The next day we were summoned from our beds at 6.15, a full twenty-four hours earlier than we usually get up, and driven to Teddington Studios in West London, in our own posh BBC motor-ma-tron-o-bile. By 8.30 we were in Make-up and by 9 the camera was turning over to capture the single most momentous event in television since Emu bit that guy's cock. I can't hope to fully describe the emotions of that day, as I spent most of it playing Football Manager 2007 in the Cafeteria and eyeing up the two cute girls in charge of makeup. That said, when I did get on set and recorded my little piece, It was quite overwhelming to see how awed and humbled the crew were. It transpires that am literally electrifying on screen, and my part had to be reduced a little, because I was just out-acting everyone else, which was awkward.
The crew were uniformly lovely people who went about their jobs, of satisfying our whims, with good grace and striking professionalism; and the make-up girls were cute.
Bully for industry!