on ‘Being Louche’…
SO. I have, arguably foolishly (but then it could be argued that I seldom do anything in any other way) taken the plunge and on the 26th, 27th and 28th of this month I will be performing a one-man (or the effete approximation of said gender) show entitled ‘Being Louche’.
[Louche portrait by Anthony Lycett]
The general theme of the show (though there will be numerous examples of sidetracking mishmash and diversion) is the question of what makes an outwardly normal little boy from a well-balanced family (i.e. ME) grow up to be a hyperbolic, aberrant and painted purveyor of morally questionable entertainment?
I shall chart my slow and worrying malformation from wannabe actor to munchkin, to mummy, to malcontent mime, to wannabe novelist, into the dark, the disquieting and the quintessentially LOUCHE.
There will be song, there will be rant, there will be rhyme, there will be some bad very language indeed. I may caper about with a chiffon scarf; we’ll see.
Suffice to say, if you don’t like me then don’t come, it really will just be me. Me spewing at you for roughly an hour. Good lord.
Anyhoo, if you fancy it, please do search for BEING LOUCHE on wegottickets.com