apology: An Apology

Last night my brother and I went to a small theatre in Greenwich to watch a strange piece of English/Japanese fusion theatre. The first half had it's good points and bad, but generally we managed to get through it and make it back to the bar with enough resolve to stick the evening out. However I had noticed that one of the women in the play had a voice identical, and I mean precisely exactly unmistakeably identical, to Dexter from Dexter's Lab. Now for the unitiated, this is one screwed up, strangled, weird-ass voice. If you've never seen this work of Genius, well click here and here for a sample. And sadly I had decided to share this information with Michael moments before we went back in. The second half starts and within five minutes we are both crying with laughter. Tears and tears are gushing and pouring from our eyes, breath is no longer accessible, suffocation is the only fair punishment. To make matters worse, we are on the back row, just behind the front row; the theatre is two seats deep. And there is no escape, everytime we look away, all we can hear is the voice of Dexter. Just when we begin to regain some small semblance of control, one actor with a Goatee decides to treat the play as an audition for the World's Greatest Shakespearean Actooor, two girls are fresh out of Musical Theatre!, the guy from the opening act has just become uber-camp, and the remaining girl is now dressed, moving and shouting exactly like Tetsuo from Akira. It wasn't pretty. We missed thirty of the forty minutes, offended everyone around us, and became dangerously dehydrated. Oh, and it was the press night. We are both truly, madly, deeply sorry.