Freaked Out
So much wickedly wonderful weirdness in Izzieland of late. It's very rare for a certain serpent to be slinking about the city on a Friday or Saturday night. But then it's not any old weekend that we have Fringe World
The place is buzzing with life and most of it of the jolly quirky variety rather than the usual assortment of gutless punching drunk and disorderly mob on the rampage
It's wonderful to see so many ladies wandering around in corsets, fish net stockings and very crazy hats, hunch back zombie clowns doing impromptu performances in the gardens and lots of the performers meandering around in costume
A gorgeous old park with a dozen or so Cthulhu trees has been converted into a sea of tents and marquees and an assortment of very peculiar rickety bockety buildings. They have made the place even more magical than it already was. Even the old gazebo has been spruced up with the addition of an enormous glitter ball. They must do discos there after dark
But things have changed since last year. Gone are the days of turning up at 2pm hoping to get half price tickets. Most ticket sales are now online. The cheapies are available from 11am online and by the time you get to the box office in person the best stuff is already gone. It was possible to turn up in the afternoon and get cheap tickets for good shows for the first couple of days. But slowly the city folks have woken up to the big fat party in their midst and they want in on the action
But best of all is the weather. It seems that usual stinking forties we get in February have all gone over to Adelaide and Melbourne
Did have to do a mad dash last night in order to catch the last bus at 11.20. Made it with only five minutes to spare. Got to thinking how a really good show can be totally tainted by the mad ten minute dash at the end of it. Then got hassled by a happy clapper on the bus who was seeking converts for the Lord. Sussed out that he was a literal believer in the 6 day creation, Adam's rib etc etc.
But maybe the Good Lord did have a purpose in having us cross paths. The conversation served as a sort of circuit breaker to forget about the hassle of bus hopping
It turns out that there is some one doing a show about being from a Christian evangelical family.
May as well just quote the blurb
Chris Wainhouse is the Anti-Chris. The polar opposite of what his family expected. But when you come from a fundamentalist Christian household that believe in a literal interpretation of the bible, becoming the black sheep of the family can be as easy as not wanting to be one of the sheep. Prepare to have your mind fried as Chris take you on a Supernatural Evangelistic Expialidocious journey from the 6000 year old planet he grew up on to the 4.5 billion year old planet he now calls home.
After last night's encounter will most definitely be adding that one to the 'must see' list and with a bit of luck might get another one of those wonderful $5 tickets to see it
The place is buzzing with life and most of it of the jolly quirky variety rather than the usual assortment of gutless punching drunk and disorderly mob on the rampage
It's wonderful to see so many ladies wandering around in corsets, fish net stockings and very crazy hats, hunch back zombie clowns doing impromptu performances in the gardens and lots of the performers meandering around in costume
A gorgeous old park with a dozen or so Cthulhu trees has been converted into a sea of tents and marquees and an assortment of very peculiar rickety bockety buildings. They have made the place even more magical than it already was. Even the old gazebo has been spruced up with the addition of an enormous glitter ball. They must do discos there after dark
But things have changed since last year. Gone are the days of turning up at 2pm hoping to get half price tickets. Most ticket sales are now online. The cheapies are available from 11am online and by the time you get to the box office in person the best stuff is already gone. It was possible to turn up in the afternoon and get cheap tickets for good shows for the first couple of days. But slowly the city folks have woken up to the big fat party in their midst and they want in on the action
But best of all is the weather. It seems that usual stinking forties we get in February have all gone over to Adelaide and Melbourne
Did have to do a mad dash last night in order to catch the last bus at 11.20. Made it with only five minutes to spare. Got to thinking how a really good show can be totally tainted by the mad ten minute dash at the end of it. Then got hassled by a happy clapper on the bus who was seeking converts for the Lord. Sussed out that he was a literal believer in the 6 day creation, Adam's rib etc etc.
But maybe the Good Lord did have a purpose in having us cross paths. The conversation served as a sort of circuit breaker to forget about the hassle of bus hopping
It turns out that there is some one doing a show about being from a Christian evangelical family.
May as well just quote the blurb
Chris Wainhouse is the Anti-Chris. The polar opposite of what his family expected. But when you come from a fundamentalist Christian household that believe in a literal interpretation of the bible, becoming the black sheep of the family can be as easy as not wanting to be one of the sheep. Prepare to have your mind fried as Chris take you on a Supernatural Evangelistic Expialidocious journey from the 6000 year old planet he grew up on to the 4.5 billion year old planet he now calls home.
After last night's encounter will most definitely be adding that one to the 'must see' list and with a bit of luck might get another one of those wonderful $5 tickets to see it