...the spiritual home of Ab's Party, could this happen. We're in Chelmsford on a hot and sticky night, it's a bit uncomfortable under the lights but nonetheless the first act is bowling along nicely. Then, perfectly timed, and placed precisely in a pause, a voice from the front row modulated exactly like Beverly's says:
"Ange, do close your legs - I can see straight up your fanjeeta".
Poor Amy manages to hold it together somehow, but there's serious tension after this and Maria, our company manager, insists that the (allegedly) boozy perpetrator is refused entry after the interval. No doubt the people near her approved, although many would say it's in the spirit of the show and, as Montgomery memorably says in Fame, "We're the pie-in-the-face people, remember?"
"Ange, do close your legs - I can see straight up your fanjeeta".
Poor Amy manages to hold it together somehow, but there's serious tension after this and Maria, our company manager, insists that the (allegedly) boozy perpetrator is refused entry after the interval. No doubt the people near her approved, although many would say it's in the spirit of the show and, as Montgomery memorably says in Fame, "We're the pie-in-the-face people, remember?"
Amy (fanjeeta not visible here), self and Anna
Heckles like that are, mercifully, very rare. Alice (Bev) seems to have had her fair share though - invariably directed at the show rather than at her personally. The only heckle I've ever had to field was remarkable for it's aptness and swiftness of delivery. I was playing the terminally wet and tiresome Jack Chesney in "Charley's Aunt", and it came right in the middle of the scene where he explains to Kitty that he'd love to propose to her, but feels he can't because of severely reduced circumstances:"You see" he says "my father has explained to me that we've lost all our money, and for the next few years at least I'm going to have to earn my own living"
"THAT'LL MAKE A BLOODY CHANGE" says my father, beaming in the front row. Touched.
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