Sharing the Love

As the pages of my diary start to take on a fulsome scribbley look I thought it might be prudent to show you where I'll be performing during the Comedy Festival... come, laugh and have fun.

As a Company Member:

Late Nite Impro

Friday 6^th April 11pm @ The Cloak Room, Town Hall
Friday 20^th April 11pm @ The Cloak Room, Town Hall

Celebrity Theatresports
Saturday 28^th April 7.30 @ The National Theatre, St Kilda

As a Guest:

Friday 13^th – Domestic Nightmare
Friday 13^th April 11.45pm @ The Trades Hall

Miss Rochelle’s School for Very Naughty Girls
Wednesday 11^th April 9.15pm @ The Trades Hall

Scrabble Unscripted
Tues 10th April 9.45pm @ The Imperial Hotel (Cnr Bourke & Spring)

More to come.

All Flyers by me. As well as Jim Lawson's show The Infamous Spraygeltent

Com Fest Cometh

Drinks Like a Fish, Smokes like a Chimney, Smokes Trout like a...

This is a nothing post...
It's a post that is born from boredom, alienation and fiscal restraint. In other words I've got nothing on and I'm skint.
So here's yet another pithy list of things that may or may not relate to you and your vastly more exciting world:


If Gustave Doré were alive today I bet he'd have a pretty good chance of working for the film industry or maybe he'd like a change of pace and look into the Department of Agriculture, Fisheries and Forestry.

If I was a thief I'd wear a soft black mask, a black and white stripy top (only vertical because it's more slimming) and I'd steal kisses.

Sometimes a month after I have finished a cigar I like to un-cap the metal container and smell the inside. Kinda coffee/vanilla/gum cancer smelling.

When will SBS show Professor Balthazar?

Why is Myspace filled with other people - surely it should be called Their Space.

Imagine if you could bottle lightning? You could wrap a "Peanuts" wrapper around it and when somebody opened it - ZAP! - hilarious, people look funny with no eyebrows.

Can you ever really "know" somebody - I mean really know somebody?? I'm not kidding - I mean reallllllllllly KNOW somebody - SOMEbody - KNOW! .................I think it's highly unlikely.

Why are they called "Stand Up" comedians? Do we have Stand Up Surgeons? Lying down Mechanics, Sit Down Bank Tellers? No. Although I have heard of Slightly Bent Coppers.

Sigh. Have a good day people.
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Saucy lady

Is it possible to fall into lust over one woman's throat? I got my hands on Amy Winehouse's 2003 album "Frank" two weeks ago and then had to go out and get her latest "Back to Black" straight away. I think I prefer the jazz stylings on the her first album more (oh god, it's on high rotation) but whose complaining? Back to Black is more of a homage to the 60's Girl groups but done her in own inimitable way - Rehab, Mr and Mrs Jones, Wake Up Alone and Addicted are all stand out tracks. Not only can she sing the pants off her contemporaries (and probably has) but her lyrics are excellent - wry, predatory and full of emotional resonance that bounce around in your head for days afterwards. There's plenty of nasty NW magazine drivel about her drinking, cussing and fighting which makes her all the more wonderful (I likes 'em feisty) - can't recommend her highly enough.



http://www.amywinehouse.co.uk/
http://www.okayplayer.com/amywinehouse/

And a grand time was had by all....

Ok - It’s a big entry because I’ve let it lapse (well it is the swimming championships soon – geddit? Huh huh?) Now that I have emerged from the thick funk of inebriation I guess I should elucidate on the happenings during my summer Sydney holiday/working visit/championship
title defending tour.

The city was fantastic – beautiful weather made for lots of time on foot exploring the wrong way down hilly streets (Use a map? Bah…I’m a man) and loads of bookshop visits - salivating over pricey tomes with pretty pictures. I met up and had dinner with the delightful Felicity and Craig and I marveled at their glorious balcony view and world famous - award winning Italian sausage - risotto (yes WORLD famous) then it was back to the wonderful No 71 B&B in Bondi Junction – an amazing place with terrific rooms and service (and a dog named spot who tried to eat me by way of hello).

Thursday night saw me doff my Porkpie and trundle off to the Chauvel Cinema where the premiere of “The Notorious Bettie Page” was being held. The Belladonnas where in full force and there were lashings of errr... lashings and beer before going in to watch the film.

Crappy phone camera was all I had folks...

- on a side note it all ends rather poorly with Bettie returning to Church and a life redeemed, a fact that seemed to disappoint this well (high) heeled crowd somewhat…

Friday 2pm: I met fellow theatresports team members Rik, Rama and Jason and Glen Hall from Perthland out the front of the salubrious Rooftop Travellers Lodge and we set up base camp at the pub opposite - there we sat down and wrote out all our scenes for the show....nah we drank quite a lot of booze and waited for the other States to turn up.

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Boozehound

Jason Geary and his love of the "f' verb

Rama with still life

Katrina and Alister from Brisbane turned up, followed by the rest of Perthland - Xaiver, Jimmy and Tegan...more merriment etc...

Tegan's cheek, Alister, Jimmy, Xaiver and Cale

Around 7pm we staggered off to the official welcome dinner at the Roxbury hotel were we met up with Bec De Unumuno and co.

The rest of the team members turned up and we ate, drank and told loads of filthy, filthy jokes so we wouldn't do it onstage the next night (well that was the plan I guess)

Interesting note: the calamari was excellent but apparently the Snapper was quite rubbery...

Stagger, stagger, laugh, giggle, smoke, cough, sneeze, late night rooftop shenanigans, laugh, laugh - snore.

The Glebe Saturday market was on so we all went down, had breakfast and waited for the 4.30 call for that night...

Much, much later after getting a taxi to the Theatre (strangely there was no one to drive us) we entered the beautiful Enmore Theatre and quickly lay down and went to sleep only to be woken be the arrival of musician extraordinaire John Thorn, as well our Hostesses for the night – Julia Zemiro and Josie O’Reilly. Then we all went and did a massive tech run.

WA: Glen, Xaiver, Tegan & Jimmy

QLD: Katrina, Tom, Alister & Tamzin
NSW: John, Michal, Murray & Amanda

There was no theme (as there has in the past) this year and to her credit Rebecca had created a simple, smooth running order that would allow for maximum impro time onstage - lovely stuff. All the suggestions came from Josie as Time keeper and all the rounds were timed scenes. The format went something like this:

Game from a hat
Challenge Round
Mix and Match (two members from two teams play a scene together)

Interval

Solo scene
Audience Challenge (got at interval and put in the hat)
Fantasy scene (team plays something they've always wanted to see onstage, or thereabouts)

The show kicked off with a song by a local rapper - Brother Black - and it brought all the teams in with energy etc. The show went really well we started off the night with an ‘I Love You’ scene set on a Pirate ship and away we went. Good vibes from all teams meant loads of helping out in each others scenes and plenty of that goodwill spilling out into the audience. Julia and Josie were hilarious as the hostesses with the mostesses and we all had ball. We scored two 5 - 5 - 5's in the night I’ve never jumped that high onstage before in my life.

The Enmore theatre was full that night (around a 1000 happy punters) and I have never heard such a wonderful sound as the tumultuous roar of laughter that kept coming from that audience. Truly a great night of improv from all the states.

All Show photos (copyright) by the excellent Stephen Gustav Reinhardt - More show pics here

We won by one point over WA which was a surprise (we thought they were going to win) and we all waved and nicked offstage to much applause.

The rest of the night is a blur of seeing happy faces (Steph!, Felicity! Scrabblers! Dave Callan!), speeches, medals, booze, smoke and happy times. Laughter, beer, wine, G & T’s (by god I’m amazed I didn’t keel over with blood poisoning), fags, the world's most dangerous MacDonalds outlet, loads of wonderful chatting with Rubber Soul and a beautiful vision in a baggy jacket… Finishing only when I saw the sun rising up over the kitchen sink, piercing the dream and starting the car key of reality. Such a shame…truly a night I never wanted to end.

My heartfelt thanks to Impro Australia for putting on the Nationals and getting us up there and looking after us etc and thanks for sending me Impro Melbourne - it was an honour and a privilege.

Cough, hack, heck, spittle etc Next – THE COMEDY FESTIVAL!