Today the Canal Cafe, tomorrow the world!

My apologies, my dear reader(s) for having been too long absent from these pages. Fortunately the reason for my lack of irrelevant comments and cabaret-related nonsense has been because a few weeks ago we unexpectedly landed an eight-night run at the lovely Canal Cafe Theatre in London's Little Venice.

Tragically, it took me the whole two weeks to discover that the Warwick Castle pub nearby does bottles of wine for only £1 more than a large glass costs at the Bridge House (the pub under the theatre) - but rest assured I will use this knowledge wisely and frequently now that I have it.


Colin and Fergus, one (two?) of our amazing guest stars!

So, yeah, I kept meaning to plug the show on the blog, but I was too busy doing my day job and then dashing over to do the show to do much else, and for that I sincerely apologise. On the plus side, we did get some fantastic acts and lovely audiences, and might even have enough to pay for the printing of the rather magnificent flyers when we get the money from the theatre. Our cup runneth over, and all that.


Paul Foot, another of our laugh-a-minute luminaries, looking deceptively winsome. He's an animal really. An animal with a beautifully-maintained mullet.

And to cap it all, the tireless Beren has also built us a little site for Cabaret Sauvignon with his own fair hands. Click on the link to be transported to a world of louche ecstasy you never dreamed possible, and to see when our next Cab Sauv gig is. (Hint: 7th January)

So, it just remains for me to thank (and to post pictures of, if I can find them)
- sexually ambiguous, brilliantly funny, remarkably cute sketch duo Colin and Fergus!
- deceptively assured newcomer Gary McPherson!
- profoundly disturbed and disturbing comedian Mike Flexer of Insult to Injury!
- surreal improvisational genius/madman Paul Foot!
- confrontationally-bearded and hugely talented singer-songwriter Michael Caines!
- right reverend and right entertaining fundamentalist preacher the Rev. Dick Tate!
- proud-to-be-posh Moore/Blair lovechild Will Goodhand!
- brilliantly unique and uniquely brilliant freak-sisters the Congress of Oddities!
- you've seen him somewhere before, was it on telly or was it at a drunken university party? It's stand-up Dave Skinner!
- iron-lunged, potty-mouthed saucy songster Steve Dorsett!
- sketch duo with a difference, breast gymnasts with a vengeance, Faultless and Torrance!
- the name says it all and the sketches say more than you ever needed to know - Zoe and Nat of Dirty Blondes!
- adorable Shoreditch comedy cherub Dan Peake!
- witty observational stand-up and potential sugar-mummy Maureen Younger!
- sounds like Bjork, moves like Lee Evans: unforgettable physical comic Paolo Ferrari!
- angel-voiced singer with more gags than a fetish shop - Sammie Mavis Jnr!

If I've left anyone off the list it's because they were shit. JUST JOKING! It's because my memory's shit. By the way, if any of our lovely guests google themselves and find this, send me a link to your website, agent, or online dating profile and I'll add it so that your fans can indulge in a bit of virtual stalking.