Robin De Fraiteur dans À la dernière minute

You see, or not? The kind of pompous text, full of superlatives about me, a sort of epistolary striptease between my ego and your desire, just to get both of them a little turned on, but above all to fill the room and boost my self-confidence. Actually, I can do it, you know: “With his sharp eye and incisive pen, Robin shits acidly on the absurdities of the world he dissects, not without a certain poetry.” LOL, how boring. So you know what? Rather than regurgitating the usual platitudes found on all the flyers for the Festival d’Avignon, I’m going to keep working on the show. I’ve already performed it once in Nice, and it was great. I could tell you a little about what’s in it, but I know myself: it’s going to change between now and November. So come along, let’s trust each other. And if that’s not enough, I’ll share this quote with you as a coup de grâce: “It was great.” My mother. Bye, kisses.