2014 was a year of break ups, borrowed toothbrushes and red lipstick. Here are a few of my favourite moments. Eating a kebab in the bath after a press night in Nottingham. Flushing Sam’s head down the toilet. Irritating a collection of taxi drivers at all hours of the morning with my interesting rendition of War Is Over, originally sung by John Lennon. A night out in chelsea with an £800 table and free drinks. Drinking grappa until 5am. Embarking on a national tour with our show Frequently Asked Questions, waking up looking like John Merrick and screaming along to Firework in a shopping mall. Being late for everything (Me: “We’re so early!” Lorna: “Gemma, we are 5 hours late”) and getting lost everywhere (Me: “Tricker, I think I might be in Stowupland. Can you come and find me please?”). Having a BBQ in a thunder storm. Watching 33 shows in one week at PULSE festival and being a judge on suitcase day. Getting a puppy who likes to bury all of your socks when youre in a rush. Meeting “soul mates” in vodka revs and refusing a lift home from the Police because they’re strangers. Unplugging the fruit machine at a service station to charge my phone. Tom washing my hair after a messy night out and Owen washing my hair completely sober. Spending two hours gaffa-taped to a pillar. Swimming in the sea at midnight and drawing eyebrows on a baby. Being offered a wooden whale from two peculiar pre-teens. Joe punching Tricker in the face whilst he was asleep. Getting carried home at 9pm from a family party. Devising a show with Nigel and Louise from Shunt and camping overnight under a star cloth on the New Wolsey Theatre stage. Venturing back to Chichester to visit my old uni family and Shante asking a lady in a blue fleece (who doesnt work in TESCO) where the plastic cups are. Finding a chicken dipper in my coat pocket. Tom murdering ‘Wrecking Ball’ on pub karaoke. Leaving Freddie a thousand drunk voicemails. Seeing James Vincent McMorrow live and having an argument with a lady and her backpack in the crowd. Steve doing a shot of pubes on his birthday and coughing one up the next day. Sinking in sinking sand and sitting next to a power ranger on a train. Spending a weekend at christmas markets and all sorts of festive wonderlands with Katie. The life and death of David the earless mask, who got covered in chilli sauce, run over a few times and spent the night in a car park (RIP David). The bottles and bottles of wine I’ve drunk, and the inexcusable dancing. And finally, after all the neck nominations and ice bucket challenges, we’re ready to welcome 2015. A year to start afresh. To let go of lost loves, lost phones, lost friends and lost time to make the next year bloody brilliant. Goodbye 2014, you bastard. https://youtube/watch?v=cKtQS_prDh0
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 16:49:08 +0000
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