After the club had closed we retired to the nearby Railway Tavern, where Wilson recounted the evening's events over a drink. To me at least, it did not sound like a resounding success.
He told me that sTony kept dropping his guitar, while sToneye just stood there, blinking like a one-eyed rabbit caught in the headlights. Antony and Tiny Toy wouldn't come out of their dressing room — obviously — and while Polly B did her best, she forgot the words, so just hummed. Or buzzed.
Overall, then, everyone's stagecraft could be improved.
However, Wilson said that he viewed the event as a great success — of the nine people who attended only two asked for their money back; the others thought it was quite funny. Also, Ant Gin and Cheesy Wotsits sales were brisk, although the Ant-and-Quorn sandwiches less so.
He's very pleased with an overall profit of £29.77 which will certainly buy some socks for the Oddsies! enterprise.
In other news, I guess we'll be living off Ant and Quorn sandwiches for the next week or so…
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