Here's what to expect from the Lamproom gig for those lucky enough to have scored tickets. It came to me last night, I'd better write it down before I forget. After much dis-organised, confused bumblings from compere Don Rowing, the house lights dim and an excited hush falls over the audience. The classical chest thumping of Carmina Burana* blasts out of speakers while the curtains go back to reveal a rather substantial and incredibly sparkly drum kit at the very front of the stage in touching distance of the first row! The music reaches it's climax and in an explosive flash of light Flicker hits the stage leaping directly behind his drums with a mighty clenched man-fist thrust in the air to an enormous roar from the crowd. The Harry Hill shirt collar is clearly visible beneath the track suit top as is the definite twinkle of a tasteful medallion. He then embarks on an amazing 50 minute drum solo punctuated with twiddling stick tricks and the occasional leap onto the bass drum to further delirious, deafening roars from the assembled faithful and more clenched fists and COME ON!!s all round. He is being egged on from the wings by cheerleaders Mickie Mellon and Martin Scott who whip the crowd up into a crazed, devotional frenzy, not that they needed any encouragement! The spectacular display then climaxes with an spell-binding, rapid fire snare roll which Flicker un-believably plays with his feet and just as we are bracing ourselves for an almighty crescendo, Flicker hilariously fools us all by gently tapping a tiny cymbal and the show is over!! The crowd has reached near hysteria and Flicker reluctantly leaves the stage finally after several bows and much manly fist waving from all sides! An total triumph at which point the roof fell in and I woke up. *The music to the Old Spice ad, to you lot.
Enduring image. Are you a leading am-dram thespian? I imagine you to be a keen follower of the Gilbert & Sullivan. Probably Pirates of Penzance is your favourite.
