by Flash » Mar 12th, '09, 21:04
Hey guys!
Tally ho from the Dominican Republic...
I just wanted to relate a little story to you and remind everyone that even when you are well practiced at a routine things can go very wrong if you get complacent.
Ok so I've been working 60 hour weeks since January with one day off, but it's been making a real difference to people here and it's been well worth it (the guests at the hotel think I'm a hero)... However I'm tired and a little streched.
I had to perform a song (Live and let die) last night in one of our cabaret shows and decided to do it as Phileas (James Bond) Flash. As it's mainly instrumental, I decided to do a straightjacket escape and got one of our dancers to lead me on at gunpoint. I then sung the verses and escaped during the instrumental breaks, while my dancers danced around me.
It was all going swimmingly until I came to the bit where I use my foot to pull the armstraps down...
What is meant to happen (and has happened every other time I've done it) is that the strap slips off my heel and snaps up between my crown jewels (to much laughter from everyone)...
What actually happened is that the strap got caught behind my heel and I fell over face first on to the ground, with nothing but my nose to break my fall... Unfortunately no-one had had the foresight to place cushions on the stage so the aforementioned ground was a trifle harder than my head... I can still hear the loud bang and see the ground rushing towards me (thank god it wasn't an aerial esacpe).
I staggered up and as the blood started to spray from my facial wounds one of my dancers had the wherewithall to take me off stage (at gunpoint obviously). The irony of this is that had I escaped they were meant to hit me over the head and drag me off. Alledgedly none of the audience noticed and thought that it was all part of the act!!! A little reminiscent of Tommy Cooper's death.
Anywho, for twenty minutes I had loss of vision in one eye (a very scary sensation) and my nose bled for about five hours. I have a cartoon black eye, a nose the size of solihull, I can't feel any of my teeth (although I didn't lose any thank god), numerous cuts and bruises on my face and a lip that had to be glued up by the doctor man. But no permanant damage I hope.
I went straight back from the doctors to the hotel I work at (so that people could see that I was still alive before my face swelled too badly). Before going to my home to nurse my wounds...
But now I am unable to work for a few days as my face is far too scary to show small children (my target audience), so I have to take time off. Which sounds great, but I can't do much as it hurts me to even think... That said it's probably just natures way of telling me that it's time to take a break before I burn out.
Anywho, the moral of this tale is that we all need to be careful, no matter how many time we've performed a trick successfully, things can and will occassionally go wrong.
Big love guys...
xxx