What can one say? OOh! What CAN one say? He came in as Gary, albeit half an hour or more late and left as Pixie after entertaining most of the sixty or so audience at the Choir Hall last Friday. It was clear many of the audience knew what to expect and some obviously didn’t, as Pixie, resplendant in a huge, outrageous black wig and gold and black, sort of see-through, skin-tight dress, with ‘her’ mixture of cabaret songs, bawdy humour and cutting insults set about raising a few laughs amongst us. Perhaps, not intentionally, losing her wig during an energetic bit of prancing about may be considered by some as the highlight of the evening, but others appeared to enjoy the show. One lady was more than a little miffed at the direct insults and comparison to Myra Hindley but another took it in good heart when her hairstyle was compared to Shaun the Sheep. Other references to sheep are best left unsaid. Maybe a bit over the top for Caldicot tastes? Another (skinny bitch!) who got up and tried to dance with Pixie was asked if she’d come in drag? Clearly a rival on the night but I don’t think she understood the question! Never mind, I’m sure Pixie has had worse treatment, but Caldicot will take a longer while to recover.
Returning to Gary, many may not know that he trained as a classical pianist at The Welsh School of Music and Drama (we know somebody else who trained there, don’t we?), is a professional piano teacher and said he would be delighted to play with us sometime. Maybe, so long as he sticks to just tickling the ivories.
By the way, I couldn’t get a decent picture on the night because Pixie didn’t get close enough to the camera, she knew it was there. Shame, the dress was stunning!
Lyn