A DOGS LIFE

Rats is now such a technically complicated show that I often exist in a transient state on the day of it as I try to produce a live stream and host a show at the same time.

I'm so focussed on setting up what is essentially a home made TV studio glued together with HDMI leads, XLR cables and the good will of few media pioneers manning it that I feel like a ghost haunting the show rather then being there in flesh and blood. The next day fragments come to me as the fog in my mind clears and the adrenaline dissipates. Things like a guy getting up from the audience and me having to improvise a scene with him about avocado toast. Or our audience correspondent repeatedly grunting in the corner every time he was spoken to and then getting up and shouting when challenged halting the show and scaring the twenty paying customers (he texted me today saying I will feel his wrath). I vaguely remember an audience members friend video calling the show from the pub, but i have no idea why. At one point I think someone in the audience started to hum the Severance theme song and then a discussion about how many members of the Sugar Babes there were ensued. I asked a man to close a door and he didn't know how. Somewhere around all this there was some performers doing their act which seemed to go ok. I noticed there was knife on a table for no apparent reason. The show finished, everyone left and I just sat on the floor surrounded by wires, my dog who'd endured the whole show stared at me before pissing on the floor. This is whats known in the trade as a classic rats.