After the 5min poses (the best of the night!), Santa disappeared backstage and returned in FULL viking armour. Two senior members of the Grey Co gave a flashy show of brute-swordsmanship. No frills, all grunt.
Santa did not return. The holiday cheer was replaced by lust for booze and blood… But behind those amazing cheek-bones – and lithic ability to keep a straight face – was a warm, fuzzy demeanor. Was anyone else reminded of Asterix?
As an interesting aside, and shout-out to the Bakery to think about cleaning their floor one day: the ground was so sticky i broke BOTH flipflops on my way across the room to get my camera. MC, Dr Barry Umenema: “They should put zis shit on ze shuttles so astronauts can go for space-valks! SSCHLooOIP-PUK!”
Pen and water-brush:
Young master Jeffery has also posted sketches from the night!