On the last train from Ludlow, I notice that one of my knuckles is squeaking. I know why. The day before I punched eight melons (galia, honeydew, water), a cabbage, a lettuce, a coconut and three tomatoes.
It was for scientific and slapstick research. My Edinburgh Fringe show of 2023, MELONS, began with me drawing the face of Vernon Kay on a melon as Nick Cave’s Jubilee Street played, before punching it to a pulp and singing Mustang Sally. Variety is very much alive.
As I was hosting many events for Bristol’s Slapstick Festival, I suggested to the organiser that I create a show where I punch various melons while a material scientist, Mark Miodownik, explains the different properties that make them splatter as they do.
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The nervous venue asked for a carefully laid plastic covering to protect the carpet. As it was rolled out it looked like we were preparing to assassinate a mobster rather than some tropical fruit. The performance greatly benefitted from the presence of a greengrocer in the front row.
At the end of the hour, my socks sodden with the juice of the destroyed, I was approached by a pig keeper who asked if she could have the fruit salad. And so we collected the pulp and rind and it is now feeding her litter. It felt like a delightfully stupid escapade mixed with Reithian values. I rushed off to watch a Laurel and Hardy film with live accompaniment by Rick Wakeman, but didn’t stay for the main feature as I noticed I was beginning to smell like poisoned fruit punch.
At the beginning of the week, I had performed the original show that inspired this violence at the Leicester Comedy Festival. Arriving early, I wandered to Leicester Museum and Art Gallery to look at paintings of David Attenborough and dinosaurs.