Puppet regime: a day in the life of two cabaret puppets
Leathery ne’er-do-wells Boris and Sergey have been up to no good in Dalston and Soho
Boris and Sergey are a couple of two-foot-high, filthy little Balkan charmers, and the stars of their own semi-improvised grown-up bunraku (Japanese puppet theatre) show. The puppeteers’ visibility does nothing to undermine this duo’s seedy allure, whether they’re mounting cod-blockbuster set-pieces or losing their souls at poker.
Boris: ‘Following my in-depth studies of the people of Shoreditch, I have established that a local coffee house is the best place to start. We share a homemade cookie, divided according to handsomeness. Having sampled every coffee shop in Dalston and consumed 72 hot chocolates, 19 croissants, 32 muffins and two “pan o’choclates”, I wondered if this homemade cookie might be the last straw. Moments later, Sergey, gripped by a violent rage, dashed his hot chocolate to the floor and stormed out complaining of inferior whipped cream.’