We loved the one where the male hooker said, ‘Gimme $300 and I’ll do anything you want as long as you can say it in three words…’ and Hope thinks she deserves something nice, peels off the $300 and says… ‘Paint my house!’
And we loved the song The Devil Made Me Do It (which apparently doesn’t stand up in court, we tried). And we loved the whole vaguely Kiki and Herb schtick of a ’39’-year-old showgirl down on her uppers, having to start from scratch now her husband/agent/manager has run off with his ‘gym buddy’.
Appearing at the downstairs bit of The Drill Hall from now until Saturday, it’s an evening of pathos, phony-ponies and song and it will cost you a mere £10 to sit at one of the tables, maybe with something fizzy (not a sparkler) in front of you. We suggest you go in with a couple already inside you. Drinks, that is.
Buy some lovely, erm, tickets here.