fart 26 February 2009
as the Human League (?) may have once sung – ‘I’m only human: a flesh and blood affair’. Ah yes. Tonight, I was in town earlier than usual (I had done an interview on a fine irish tv show called SEOIGE and was adrift and needing food) so I had a burger circa 6pm – well, a gal’s gotta eat! SO, all was well…and yet not, as I was veh veh windy. And then, just before a VEH touching and crucial bit AT WORK – EH, YEAH, THAT’LL BE IN THE PLAY- I spoke and also let loose, what I have now been informed is, a ‘proud fart’ – OHMYDEARLORD – perhaps worst of all, I thought I might have got away with it… till I saw the faces onstage around me – Mr Lorcan Cranitch absented himself from my space (with tears in his eyes) in case he got blamed (he’s a man, so that’s kinda logical…) and poor Vic Smurfit had to continue with heartbreaking news as we all came to terms with what had just happened…
LOVELY.
In the 2nd half we had no idea how many references there are to wind…but we KNOW them now.
Eventually, in an official yet unscripted moment that I have been given permission by Fiona Looney to use at will, I walked on and ad-libbed that it was indeed me who was not Queen of Hearts but Queen of FARTS…seemed only gentlemanly at that point.
Lesson? never have a burger within a DAY of performing (it was DELICIOUS though, I have to say…)
In Vic’s first film role there was a line ‘it’s a sad arse that can’t rejoice’ – I stand by that sentiment!
