The Cracker of Christmas

Last night saw my delightful friend Erika and me heading off to participate in being in the audience for the filming of Ruth Jones’ Christmas cracker. Having never really been involved in an audience like this before I wasn’t sure what to expect, well it was great fun, my arms ached and hands stung a little from all the clapping.

Ruth Jones was fabulous and looked lovely in a glitzy black number. Her guests were brilliant and really got into the spirit of things, even with some delays and retakes. The house band was great and got named the Gastric Band. She had a delightful Barbershop Quartet who had lovely candy cane looking ties and sang wonderfully. Even the guy there to warm up the audience was good and kept us amused.

I don’t want to give too much away about the program as you will have to see it for yourselves when it is broadcasted on BBC2, hopefully you will be able to see me and my friend in the audience. We were sat in the second row from the front, by the stage with the guest band, and some other performances. I am wearing a lovely green top and my friend a lovely black sparkly one. It is surely one to see with some great guests and performances to get you into the Christmas spirit.

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