Charlie Tuesday Gates

Sing For Your Life  is a  musical menagerie with everything you would expect from a normal musical…  except the entire cast are dead.  It follows a group of  foul fauna attempting to produce a cabaret show from the animal underworld... and this week we've been making the puppets!!!     Yes! T he cast of have been scraped up, puppets made, dance routines mentally mastered and the songs  ARE JUST KILLER  Buy  TICKETS NOW! Expect  hilarious and unsettling  songs from creatures that have been given a new lease of death by my raw taxidermy skills.  A stab in the cheek mixed with sardonic borderline insanity, Sing For Your Life is probably not a family friendly show, so prepare to have your morals questioned.. . You really will look at life in ways never seen, ever before.  This is the FIRST  and ONLY  taxidermy puppet show, recently f eatured in The Standard as one of THE puppet shows to see Gates transports you to a fantasy world where beauty and death colli

At the grand old age of nearly 29,  I have work in a museum. Yes, a real life museum where people look at things through glass and say 'wow, isn't that amazing?' Dave the Notorious Bastard was a beast....a very very beautiful beast. He was the terror of the village-  loud, proud and would steal the lunch out of your hands. Everyone hated Dave when he was alive...but they love him now he's dead! Dave is sitting pretty amongst some of the taxidermy greats in  Museum Arnhem, Holland  in an exhibition called Beauty and the Beast.  Artists include: Merel Bekking, Julia DeVille, Niels van Eijk en Miriam van der Lubbe, Kate Gilliland, Idiots, Ben Lignel, Kelly McCallum, Kate MccGwire, Marta Mattsson, Ted Noten, Reid Peppard, Iris Schieferstein, Simei Irene Snyman, Tinkebell, Charlie Tuesday Gates, Cecilia Valentine, Emily Valentine, Christel Verdaasdonk, Tanel Veenre, Lisa Walker

It's official: The TAXIDERMY PUPPET SHOW MUSICAL is going to be really real 4-8th March 2015 GO! GO! GO! http://www.vaultfestival.com/project/sing-for-your-life/ Yes, finally- Tickets are on  sale  for an all singing, all dancing musical of misfortune. March 2015,  you'll be able to see the whole menagerie perform in a  twisted cabaret show featuring the entire cast of Farthing wood..  I'm not really sure how much of the story I should be giving away, but it's basically about a few animals putting a little show together. Heart wrenching, gut twisting stuff.   They'll be the worst puppets you've ever seen and songs that make your ears bleed...in a good way obviously.  Most of all. It will be Hilarious  If you have a sense of humour that extends further than the average persons mind.  ***  For a good few years I've been telling people i'm writing a musical. Well,

This time last year I was preparing for D.I.Y Taxidermy VII- CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE: Where we would skin my beloved dead cat Douglas in front of a salivating audience- Another sell out show of the brazen and bizarre, scenes so terrific and terrifying the audience didn't know what to do with themselves.... Since bringing taxidermy to the stage in 2010 - D.I.Y Taxidermy has exploded- everywhere. Total overkill.  Obviously I started it all but ya'know, no biggy.  This year I have been asked to do something that doesn't involve dead animals.  Hooo-fucking-rarh Yes! My first real life paid singing job!   Here's a song written especially for halloween. Don't worry, there's more! You can see these and other classics performed live at The Vaults, Leake Street 3 nights on the trot if you really want to. They'll be sung much better with a piano genius to accompany everything. Here's a link to the event and tickets. http://www.the-vaults.org/#!rave

Most of you know that I like to write about my holidays... and a fair few of you have reaped the rewards in the form of personal postcards-So my trip to   Portugal was no different.   Portugal was boring.  I was sold beaches to rival Croatia and the most stunning scenery- But we were basically in the part of Portugal purposely built for the totally tantastic- Endless vacuumed packed resorts and holiday homes with less charm than my most unimpressed face.  We’d hired a car but being driving licence free, I had to rely on the instinct of my friend...Who only wanted to go to the beach.   Every day. He was like some kind of relentless beach Natzi.  I’ve never been stared at so much on a holiday in my life. Apart from in India but that was different. I was wearing a headpiece on the beach, and giant army boots...and sometimes a shawl over my face for protection, but other days even when I was being totally normal, the stares were completely over the top and overly unjustified