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Wateracre says... Following the award-winning “The Freudian Slip”, the radio pilot “A Pocketful Of Sap”, and the one-man show “Songschool”, the company is reconvening, relaunching, renaming itself, renewing itself, reinvigorating itself and returning to the nation’s capital! (London.) Now named Pegabovine, after the mythical flying cow, the company – comprised of Matthew Johnson, Luke Kennard, Tom Davies and Jenny Sutton – will be launching a semi-regular sketch night in the nation’s capital (London) with a series of very special performances. Ixnay To The Soiree. On Tuesday 7th June, Tuesday 14th June and Tuesday 21st June, a mere eight people maximum per night will be welcomed to Pegabovine’s headquarters in the nation’s capital (London) to get the first glimpse at brand new material, which will be performed by Tom Davies, Matthew Johnson and a special Guest Girl each Tuesday! Wine and nibbles shall be consumed, and high-quality comedy shall be experienced. This is an exclusive experience, akin to being invited into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory, although Pegabovine will not suck you into a chocolate machine if you are fat, turn you into a blueberry, or get annoyed if you nick a gobstopper that makes you fly. Request an invitation by emailing pegabovine@gmail.com with your name and the date you wish to attend. Further information will be emailed to you. This leads up to the launch of the semi-regular sketch night A Meeting About Laughter on Tuesday 28th June in the Blue Posts upstairs, Newman Street, W1, the nation’s capital (London). The price of entry is that you buy two drinks. For yourself. Or for a friend. Or for us. In the upstairs bar. This has the dual effect that you will enjoy the show more, and that a convivial atmosphere will be created, where sharing and generosity abound. There’s room for about sixty people. More information can be found on our website – www.geocities.com/thiswebsiteis/ The nation’s capital is London. Ixnay To The Soiree Pegabovine HQ Tuesday 7th, Tuesday 14th, Tuesday 21st June Email pegabovine@gmail.com for tickets A Meeting About Laughter The Blue Posts, Newman Street, W1 Tuesday 28th June Buy two drinks for yourself in the upstairs bar for tickets (webpages coming soon)
Luke says... Trouble is, what with entropy and all, the field of poetry has splintered into belicose factions, each one under-read, under-represented and convinced of their ultimate relevance (often to the exclusion of the other factions). Whatever you write, there are going to be several vociferous people who think you're a twat and will be genuinely offended that you decided to write it at all. Sure, maybe they'll misinterpret you. Maybe, for instance, they HAVE NO FUCKING SENSE OF IRONY. But that's their problem, right? I mean can you imagine trying to live in our current socio-cultural climate without a sense of irony? Life, for such people, must be a baffling ordeal. The solution: DISENGAGE. Don't waste your precious typing fingers on bickering with people too blinded by their own self-belief to even write the poems they talk about writing anymore. You're not going to be free of repetitive-strain-injury forever, you know. And the chances are you'll never have a secretary. Use your fingers for writing your actual work while you're still blessed with the use of them. DISENGAGE: this publisher is too populist; that publisher is too academic; poets are too concerned with their careers and reputation; this poet has silly hair; that poet looked at me funny. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You're lucky to be alive! Taste the air! Doesn't it taste great? Read your work to people! Look at them! They're smiling! And clapping! Isn't that enough, for fuck's sake? DISENGAGE, Even if you think you're being all Apollonian and the-great-objective-voice-of-wisdom about it. That's kind of assumptive, right? Plus, just about everybody (particularly in the grossly self-important world of writing), sees themself as the Apollonian voice of reason. I know I do. And I know you do. So let's drop it and concentrate on actually writing our own work, right? Huh? Good. I knew you'd understand. Every time I write a nasty review, I lose sleep over it. And whenever anyone says anything about me that isn't entirely complimentary, I feel like my heart's just been ripped out. This is a lesson: everybody is as psychopathically over-sensitive as I am - even those who hide it beneath bullishnes or agression; and it is best to treat them accordingly. From now on I shall only review books I like. Or at least quite like. So anyway, to return to the first paragraph, I'm going to get a website and put some of my better work on it. But not the stuff that's going to be in books. I'm not stupid. Not even my friends and family would buy the book then.
Wateracre says... 1. luke kennard poem 2. swallowed staple 3. renault 5 door sketch 4. supercillious pinecone 5. who reattached luke skywalker's hand Aren't people strange?
Luke says... I'm not expecting anyone to come to Birmingham or anything - I'm just showing off. However, if anyone (and I mean anyone) is able to come, I can arrange for you to stay somewhere (half of my sleeping bag on someone's floor). Anyway, the 'thing' will be recorded and availiable for the price of a pint through the in-house record store. Um, I'm also reading on June 3rd in East London at a poetry venue called The Tall Lighthouse (I personally think that's a bit of a tautology and that 'The Short Lighthouse' would be a more poetic name) - who have a website and have published lots of lovely chapbooks. This is in support of Andy Brown. Oh, and June 23rd in Ryde Library on the Isle of Wight as part of the IoW Literature Festival or something. It's a Saturday afternoon reading - so I'm expecting an audience in the region of one; which still beats our all time lowest audience. That's all. L x
Wateracre says... - The titles have had a clever gizmo put in them so they're all random. Try reloading a page a couple of times. Clever, eh? - With the impending release of issue 2 of Popularity Contest, a new advert's been placed on the page! - Luke's Eric Gregory Award is now proudly on the front page! - One of the new projects that Luke didn't mention now has its own page! More to come. I'm fine, and shit.
Matt says... Snatching the jar from my reach He emptied it onto his beef And exclaimed it inedible Mother was hurt by his tone And me and my sisters cried Father was wrong and he must've known it Said father no more mustard for you
Luke says... Has the webmaster died? Has he or she lost interest in that which once inspired them to create a web-page? Didn't they have any friends or like-minded geeks to continue their legacy? Are said geeks too stricken with grief to take up the baton? In any case, their web-pages remain, like the room of a dead kid, precisely as it was left. In the same way, watching an advert from the eighties is not only amusing, but vaguely disturbing. The sales techniques seem crass and obvious. The voices seem to come from a cavern or from underwater; furies and nymphs from another era urging us, with little or no subtlety, to buy Dettol from Mothercare, or Terry's Turkish Delight, or trainers from a label that no longer exists. However, I have become as the ombudsman, investigating the foibles of others while my own household goes to rack and ruin and my children develop the upper-body strength sufficient to beat me up. The balloonateer, inspecting my colleague's baskets and torque lines, neglecting my own hot air-balloon and the gaping aperture in its canvas - or whatever hot air balloons are made of. I've never been in one and I probably never will. So here is some news about us: We are working on a new play - on which more anon. We are currently on Chapter 16 of our detective novel, Half a Mind to Kill. Although it has stalled due to my concupiscence. I have written-off my car by driving into a hedge. We are vaguely planning to weblish all our old sketches - or at least the better ones - from A Meeting About Laughter. I won an Eric Gregory Award for poetry. We're going to put on some kind of night of sketches in London some time soon. I think that's all. Love to all who pass this way - or, indded, that way. Luke x
Wateracre says... As you may have seen from the site, "Songschool" has two more confirmed performances. Tuesday 15th & Wednesday 16th March 7.30pm The Etcetera Theatre (above the Oxford Arms, 265 Camden High Street, London NW1) Tickets £7/£6 concessions Muchos more information here - Clicky! Some changes happening from the Cornerhouse version:- - The elephant had to get cut from the show. Sorry. - As did the timpani. - And that one bit that everyone loved. That had to go. It was putting the whole thing off balance. - The stripping. That was deemed "too much" by our focus group. - Everything else is pretty much the same, but just reversed.
Wateracre says... There's also extra research material on the Songschool page of the website. More performances coming in central London soon, hopefully. Do email us on thiswebsiteis@thenoshow.co.uk to be added to our mailing list. Muchos thanks to Matthew, Jenny and Luke for their invaluable support, and to the Cornerhouse people for being so helpful and sparkly. Also, many thanks to Sanjay Shelat for being such an outrageous salesman.
Wateracre says... Speaking of which, the first performance of Songschool is tomorrow - Friday 11th February - at 7.30pm at the Cornerhouse in Douglas Road, Surbiton, Surrey. This is the first performance, and so will be a bit shaky round the edges, but should be fun. Tickets available from the box office on 020 8296 9012. If you are coming tomorrow, you may wish to prepare by printing yourself off a Songschool Notes Sheet, although these will be given out at the show as well. Hopefully, the show should be in London sooner than soon, check the site for more info... Songschool page Also on the site, lots of research and promo material from Songschool. Check it out! Tomorrow will also mark the first time since October that the four of us will be in one room at the same time. Come and say "Hi!", and be overwhelmed by our cliqueyness. See you there!
Wateracre says... - Exepose preview of Unbearable Lightness Of Being Ernest now online from the TULOBE page. This is from 4th March 2002, and was written by that elusive talent Lord Zanzibar Whaley Floatman.
Wateracre says... 2005 is the year of Self-Imposed Proactivity, so our first new project of the year is Songschool, a comic show about musicology. The logo looks like this...  And there's a nice photo of me sporting an hilarious beard on the Songschool page. The first performance will (probably) be on Friday February 11th at The Cornerhouse, Surbiton. I'll let you know when that's confirmed and when you can get tickets. Other things in the works... PopCon #2, more HAMTK chapters, more recording, and perhaps that long awaited stage follow-up to "The Freudian Slip"... it will happen!
Wateracre says... This of course has ramifications for our Advent Calendar. Though some have suggested that its state of incompletion was due to busyness, laziness or just plain incompetance, we are merely following the guidelines suggested to us by EJITT. We know nothing but to kow-tow to these businesses, who - in a very real sense - rule all of our lives, without any of us knowing about it. Apart from us. And you, now we've told you about it. Anyway, we're all happy, playing with our complementary RoboSapiens(TM), and the advent calendar will continue to be revealed until the new Christmas Day sometime around mid-March. Happy continuing holidays!
Luke says... My new review is up at http://www.stridemagazine.co.uk It is the one entitled 'Robert Lowell Fed Through a Wendy Coping Machine'. I'm making a list of everyone I know who doesn't read it and writing a really scathing, vituperative review of them. Oh, stop crying. Luke x
Matt says... - It had been painted yellow that Spring And the bald brown carpet taken up And replaced with linoleum - "You Live Here!" The annoucement continued, to the constant chargrin Of those who lived there And those who did not "Please do no spit on the carpet. It is revolting." There was a pause then In brackets and everything "It's your own carpet after all, Why spit on it?" It added rhetorically. Someone obviously didn't get rhetoric Because they'd written "'cos I don't have a spittoon" Underneath
Wateracre says... THE SECOND ANNUAL THISWEBSITEIS ADVENT CALENDAR! Starts Wednesday! Roman architecture inspired!
Matt says... 1) They spent millions building a new spangly airport-like hall for students who own BMWs 2) In the name of financial prudence they lost millions through a suspect investment bank Of course, what's really behind all of this is that we need more psychologists and bloody quick. Christ - where would we be without them?
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