Justin Bond at Soho Theatre is dynamic!! Now that is cabaret, or rather, deconstructing cabaret in a trans space. Each song worked as a monologue, beautifully crafted texts aided by the pianist who shook her head like that drummer from the muppets. That is theatre, dripping with all its errors, guts, dark emotion, shimmering dresses, false black eyelashes and edge.

I'm liking the deconstruction vibe ... it gives me some intriguing ideas about Eating Secret - the series of one to ones with lovely Mertle I am launching early next year. But my mind at the moment is on Spank and its forthcoming showing at Rich Mix on November 21 for Gfest. Each time I show Spank it's different and knocks right into what's going on with me. This time will be no different, but as recent events have been electrifying or as the medics say: 'acute' either with PTSD or CPS (I'm collecting these words - they all occurred at the same time - they all cancel eachother out - or will do, at some point), Spank will mirror that. Maybe I will come on as a bolt of lightening. Or a plug socket. I might kickstart it with a brief aside on physiotherapy and the necessity of bullet points. I might wear my black velvet leg brace. I will most certainly be wearing something terribly glamorous and divine - for deconstruction purposes, obviously. Spank - if it is its last natural showing to make way for Eating Secret - is leaving that east end building in style.

Onwards with the day. Or OWTD as the medics would say.