Tall But True Tales of Touring
NEW AND EXCLUSIVE! Want to peel back the curtain? Want to learn the gritty truth about life on the road with the Angel Brothers? Then you need to read Keith Angel's Tall But True Tales of Touring.
CAMEO
Whilst attending to the finer details of my stage apparel in the cramped and stuffy confines of the dressing room, deep in the bowels of an anonymous 1980s Arts-Mall, I came over a little queer. I decided I needed to escape from the woozy atmosphere of male perspiration, rancid tobacco and Becki Driscoll's expensive but ultimately anaethetizing perfume. I needed to feel some fresh air in my lungs, then I would return - suitaby energized - for the evening's performance.
However, on my way back to the dressing room, I became lost in the labyrinthine corridors and backstage passages of the building, a maze like structure with many identical doors, rivalled only by Hitler's bunker or Ferrybridge Motorway services in its complexity. Much to my relief, I eventually found the dressing room door and thinking myself late for the show, I burst through with an exited air of "You'll never guess where I've been!". Imagine my surprise when I found myself not in the dressing room but onstage, right in the middle of a play, in front of a house full of bemused theatre goers. The three actors who were in mid flow at the time - looked at me in startled amazement. I made some bungled attempt at an apolgy and left as fast as I had arrived. I fled once again through the dimly lit passageways until i finally burst through the actual dressing room door exclaiming - "You'll never believe this, but..."
This was not my first experience of acting. Ah! The smell of the greasepaint,
and the tickle of a false handlebar moustache! - Did anybody out there
spot me cosying up to Albert Finney in an episode of The Uncle Silas Stories
a couple of years back? I was typecast yet again, I'm afraid, playing
the part of a '1920s drummer'. Well, I have to say the phone hasn't stopped
ringing since, but I'm simply too busy with this Angel Brothers malarky,
darlings. More promising life opportunities nipped in the bud. I'm not
bitter though...
