Episode Three : Leonidas

Dear The Internet,

So there you have it. Eustace Carmichael's own Leonidas Faversham. Just listenagained with my flatmate CJ. Good fun. Also in the good fun stakes was last night's Sketchatron: Hyperdrive or whatever it was called. Us and the Idiots in the first half and then the Sunday Defensive and Pappy's after the break. Although some in the audience may have thought it was an hilarious ploy, the boys were in fact without Ben who was filming an advert and had locked all their props in his car. So they busked it, and it was brilliant. Very irritated I didn't buy a ticket to the meat raffle. A Minnesotan tradition indeed.

In other news... um... not much really. The Woman's Hour serial I'm in is on the week starting the 18th of February. It's during Woman's Hour (shock!) and then repeated at 19:45. Five instalments of FAUST, baby!

Kissums,

t tuck, esq

Episode Two : Theseus

Dear The Internet,

So, there you have it. The greatest detective the Victorian World ever knew. Had to wait till we got back from our gig, and first ever standing ovation, in Dublin to listenagain and Alex Riley (t'announcer bloke) was hugely complimentary. So that was nice. Once again a couple edits made me go ouch; it really was a pity to lose the seven deadly sins joke.

Fact fans: the name used by the B of G when he is incorrectly informed by Mulgoon comes from these giants of musical comedy, and this song in particular. Rocking. *** EDIT *** I've just watched the video and, although remarkably good, they've changed the name from Chiniqua to Hanifa from when we saw it live. Oh well. *** END OF EDIT *** *** NEW EDIT *** Ok. I've just found, within this interview with them, the original version of the lyrics. So. Thar. She. Blows. ***END OF NEW EDIT ***

And, excitingly, the two episodes that follow I actually get to do more than be functionally bland. Watch out wireless world.

In other news... Heath Ledger is dead. He was very good. Even in A Knight's Tale and The Patriot. Tremendously sad.

Yours in memoriam,

t tuck, esq

Episode One: Horatius

Dear The Internet,

So. That's the first one then. Major ahthankyou to all who tuned in to listen to the exploits of Horatius Faversham. It was very exciting to actually listen to it live (we've had the edits since before Chrimble). And your feller who hosts was the Comedy Club was very nice. Special thanks also to whomsoever at the Beeb who stuck us on the Radio homepage. Tres unexpected.

Couple thoughts... There were at least three jokes in there that made me laugh, and I've heard them thousands of times. So that's got to be a good thing. Only one edit made me go ooo-er. And it was a shame to lose Lobardie the Saucier (played by the inestimable Juppers) who makes the Legionnaires a custard and then is killed cos all he has is a whisk.

And finally, hoot hoot we have a second series. Bonza.

Yours E-mmediately,

t tuck, esq

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Dear The Internet,

Excitingly, we now have our own hastily constructed BBC page. Have a look. Even more excitingly, I played Brian Lara Cricket on the xbox last night. Classy stuff.


Kisses,

t tuck, esq.

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Dear The Internet,

They are like buses, you know, blog posts.

Some news. We are in this highly subjective article. Nice though. I got one call and two texts. DK, Field and Idil should really have something better to do on a Friday than read the London Paper. Still... nice though, innit?

kissums,

t tuck esq

The Centenary of Harry Bensley's Trip**

Dear The Internet,

It has been an unacceptable amount of time since I, or others in Team Dreadful, have related to you, the world wide wonderbots, the momentous events in Faversham family life. Two months indeed have passed since we last put pen to keyboard and opened up.

First of all, may we wish you a happy new year? Do let us know as soon as possible, as we would fervently like to do so before it becomes a pointless endeavour. Secondly, we assume that you have had a wonderful Chrimblemas. That seems to be the most obvious reason for your lack of contact: being all fat from eating eight geeses or something.

In terms of stuff, the PD's will all be appearing in a BBC3 sketch show that is currently titled The Wrong Door. I am playing Wagner in a Radio4 woman's hour serial. Dave will playing Peter Cook (yes, I know) opposite David Walliams in a BBC4 Frankie Howerd* biopic. Humphrey has been asked to play the central character in CBeebies epic The Magical Wishing Tree. He has declined.

And we appeared, together, in Victorian Supersize Me, presented by Giles Coren and the lovely Sue Perkins. We were the parlour entertainment, and guests for the ludicrous dinner. Most importantly, Sue kissed me twice. There was a pie that was bigger than my torso, rabbit curry and lots of boozums to consume before we shot off to do a gig at the Pleasance Islington, which is becoming a regular haunt nowadays. Totally come and see the Sketchatron: The Resurrection or whatever it's called. It'll be proper good.

I have spent the winter solstice and the days before three kings playing lego and scanning photos of myself from when I had a ponytail and lived in the tropics. I could've seen that one coming. Sheesh.




Yours E-mmediately,

Thom Tuck, esq.




* Interestingly, the first bit of press David & I ever got together was for The Fellowship of the Panto in the Edinburgh Evening News that said "utterly stupid, utterly brilliant... part Spike Milligan, part Frankie Howerd". We used that quote for our first Fringe as the Dreadfuls, twice: David Reed "part Spike Milligan... utterly brilliant" & Thom Tuck "part Frankie Howerd... utterly stupid".

** On the first of January, 1908, Harry Bensley set off on his trip around the world, pushing a pram, wearing a mask that weighed two kilos and selling postcards of himself. For a bet.