Nightmare Glue

I’d be inclined to agree with Tom that Glue on Friday was a triumph of sorts, since we managed to snatch a performance from the most ridiculous of circumstances, but to be honest, Friday has to go down as one of the most harrowing and exhausting experiences of my life.

It has become obvious over the course of the last year that you cannot expect one single person in the so-called entertainment industry in this town to act in a professional manner, but what we experienced on Friday was a wilful disregard for performers and punters alike on an unbelievable scale.

Basically a daft lassie who didn’t think a situation through put us and our audience in a genuinely dangerous position. When this was pointed out to her, she threw a strop and told us that if we pulled the gig, she wouldn’t have us back. We then had to perform a curtailed show in a dust filled black box, with debris everywhere, inch-thick stoor on all the seats, no proper lighting and nowhere to change.

I would point out that we were totally professional. Having expressed our view that we couldn’t do a decent show, we absorbed the bar manager’s irrational abuse and then put on the best show we could under the circumstances. And we never had the brass neck to charge our audience a penny.

It’s bad enough having to deal with the innumerable blithering incompetents who litter Scottish comedy without having to deal with morons who cop a stinking attitude with you the minute you dare question their idiocy.

Tom reckons that we have done our reputation no harm and that we have built good will with those who were there. I wonder if that’s true, especially after most of our audience gets the dry cleaning bill for their clothes. But then, what can you do when you are booked in a “venue” whose staff literally couldn’t care less whether you, your show or your audience lives or dies.