EDINBURGH 2018: BWW Q&A- The Worst Little Warehouse In London
During out year living at Daisy Mill, there would so often be things that would happen in The Warehouse, dramas that would occur or conversations taking place and Robbie and I would look at each other and think 'dear god is this actually happening?. Things that you think are so outrageous, so farcical and yet, here they were, playing out in real time in our shared kitchen area! We had a bank of tales here, ready and raring to go so we made something of them.
If I remember correctly, it was actually the night before we were moving out of The Warehouse (into a lovely and private studio apartment) when Robbie and I grabbed a bottle of wine, some markers and a few sheets of butchers paper and sat down on the floor of our bedroom and started mapping out what all of this could potentially look like. We moved out. And The Worst Little Warehouse started to gain momentum and start taking shape. People can relate to it, and although the show itself is packed full of mayhem and characters, there's a solid grounding of actual 'reality' in it. We've all been there and lived with 'those' people.
If you've ever lived in a share-house, you'll find plenty of common ground to laugh at. If you love musical theatre, you'll get your fair share of show references, toe tapping tunes and camp choreography. If you love the unpredictability of cabaret, it's a legitimate riot because Lala and I not only play ourselves for 55 minutes, we also don a plethora of props and each play over 6 additional roles each. It's a beard swapping, keyboard jumping catastrophical tightrope of tyranny. And finally, if you have been to London or done some world travelling of your own, you'll appreciate the comedic allusions to tourists, the tube, selfie sticks, Instagram, keeping to the right, hostile oversized backpacks, you name it!