I remember Sarah Walton saying when she was still not sure her broken foot had completely healed the Royal Ballet management management made her get up and rehearse Little Red Riding Hood. 'And there was Big Dave as the wolf giving it huge, gangloid jumps and bowling about and I thought, "Fuck this idiot if he knocks me over". And I kept doing the relevés away from him, and they're shouting at me to do them nearer. At one point I yelled back, "I am not getting nearer to all his big lummoxy palaver". And I just sat down at the end and I could tell he was offended.' Oddly, I feel like that with Flixy. I'm vulnerable, unsettled, uncertain - have been ill - and her being what Anna Hulagan calls, 'The laziest and also must arrogant burlesquer' is draining. The grotty condition of the unready room takes me aback whenever it confronts me; as does Flixy's constant and repetitive chat about where each of her next gigs is, exactly how she will trav...
I do cabaret, sing opera, write and dog sit. Sometimes all at once.