For those of you dear readers who, whilst visiting New York, like to come and see a Felber or two in action, there is some sad news: Felbers’ Frolics, the weekly comedy sensation hosted by my sister and sidekicked by me… is no more. Its five year mission is now at an end.

Weep not for us Felbers; Susie and I haven’t had a Davies or Gallagher brothers style meltdown, and we’ll be performing together again in no time, I’m sure. And there will always be chances to see yours truly in and around New York City - for instance, tomorrow (Friday) night, at my good friend Christian Finnegan’s show. [For showtime and place, see this entry]

Still, it’s a sad thing to end a show that’d been so much fun for so long. Thanks to all of you out there who stopped in to say howdy after reading about it here - it always made my night. As for the rest of you who never got the chance…. just raise a virtual glass and imagine yourself in a smoky, dive-y Irish bar at 1AM, seeing yet another surprisingly accomplished comedian take the stage and wondering which would give out first - the one rickety stage light or your own overworked liver. Then through the blurry air you see your boisterous, beloved redheaded hostess prance back onto the stage, improvising a farewell anthem while her, um, high-foreheaded brother makes haphazard stabs on the 60-buck keyboard and warbles along with her, and…

Cheers!