Up early

My life since I got back from Cape Town has been a little surreal.  That's not to say that playing a 1960's transvestite gangster's moll from Soho, London in the middle of World Cup fever in Africa was not, but it has been quite a culture shock all the same.

Take for instance, Sunday evening, my first day back.  Here I am at Broadway Bares, almost baring all for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.  It was an amazing night and raised a ton of cash.  But most of all it was a great chance to see lots of friends and for people to come together and unite for the common good.  Oh, and get nearly naked and feel dead sexy.

Then yesterday I was flung into rehearsals for my second week at Feinstein's which opens tonight (yikes), at the end of which I came up against a huge jetlag wall and totally crashed. Luckily I made it home before I just curled up and went to sleep on the sidewalk.  This morning I am up uncharacteristically early. Even the dogs looked at me as though I were insane. I am typing this in the loo so as not to disturb the rest of the sleeping household.

I am opening my show tonight with a new song. I have realised that I quite enjoy giving myself a scare like that.  It makes me nervy and more focussed and it means the energy in the room is more exciting. For me, anyway!  Also this song is a real builder and a great way to start off the show.  I will let you know it goes tomorrow.

Quite a few of you have been asking about my recipe for stovies again.  So here I am on Tony Danza's old chat show cooking it.  Enjoy!