My show at the Edinburgh Fringe
Okay, I haven’t actually got a show at this year’s Edinburgh Fringe. Nor any other year’s, for that matter. But if I did have a show, I know what I’d be doing. I’d be performing e-mail spam. I’d read it out loudly and dramatically, with very quiet bits, and sudden big LOUD BITS, and then I’d pause, and go very very quiet again, almost a whisper.
Today I received this, and it just begs to be read out on stage:
Dear friend,
I greet you in the Name that is above all names,As you read this, I
don’t want you to feel sorry for me, because,I believe everyone will
die someday.My name is ALIU HASSAN…
I love the announcement of the name. I can feel the drama and emotion building slowly up to it (”My name is…”), a pause, and a suddent burst of emotion crying into the darkness of the auditorium (”ALIU HASSAN”) as I fling my arms out wide, then thump my fists against my chest.
I wonder if it’s too late to start booking venues.
