VLANNA’S 666
Torture, rape, buggery, mass murder, IT'S TWO IN THE MORNING. OK, so MAYBE IT'S THREE. 'DANCING QUEEN'
- - is on the sound system. The disco is pathetic, a feeble collage of badlly flulds and very' very long Europap that provokes little more than mild swaying on the dance floor.
penises. It’s all part Of the clappy But David Ottone is in his element. We’re in the Berlin Cabaret Club. a
world of YLANNA'S 666. The List flew to great looking venue on the edge of Madrid‘s old town with a balcony overlooking a small stage where local entertainers ply their trade in
madr'd to see u f'rSt hand- W0rd51M3'k “Sher between the music. It was here. nine years ago. that Ottone‘s theatre company. Yllana. cut its teeth. So he‘s come over all nostalgic. Like the magician doing rope tricks to an enthusiastic crowd earlier in the evening. he and Yllana would work the club to the small hours. trying out new material. building a cult following for their own brand of improvised clowning. splitting a meagre £100 between the six of them and feeling lucky because the >
So that's what they mean when they talk about Her Majesty's Pleasure
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