The weekend involved quite a bit of social activity of various forms.
Satruday: Steven, lowroller and I got together to mess around musically, as part of our contribution to the slowly-moving Member Music Project. We got another two ideas in train. I'm not quite sure how any of it is going to end up, but the point is it doesn't really matter. It's fun just to do it -- it's about the journey much more than the destination.
Saturday evening, we kicked on at the Townie in Newtown and met the lovely morgannahh, Blacklamb, and JaneMillicent who were inaugurated into SG Sydney drinking fun, with hellfaerie (and her fella Benny) and Sknow and PlatyPuz along for the ride. A subset of us partied on at a nightclub in town which led to bad late-night dancing from, well, me.
Sunday was a family day, with my folks being in town. Then my brother and I went out to see an evening of theatre, for a one -off show aimed at critiquing the proposed new sedition laws. Seriously, dude, what the fucking fuck?
The audience certainly had its share of movers and shakers, and my brother is a bit of a mover and shaker in his own right so he spent his time waving and chatting to various people. It's been a while since I've had that kind of status anywhere, and I certainly don't have it in Sydney, having only been here two years and mostly being shacked up with TFOG. Oddly enough though, I knew two of the people performing, and managed to catch up with one of them later, which was nice.
Gerry Connolly did his impressions of the Queen and of various Aussie prime ministers, but it's his Joh Bjelke-Petersen that had me almost in tears. If you've never heard Bjelke-Petersen speak, imagine the kind of cornpone Ronald Reagan / George W Bush speaking style, and then imagine it in completely broken English, with rambling sentences that don't ever quite finish. Connolly fucking nails it. Genius. I was in tears.
After the show, I caught up with my friend from the show, well, one of them. The other one, Chas Savage, I haven't seen for a good few years. He's not really a performer, but he was there to read this (and if you click on the link, be sure to read both pages). He didn't come out from backstage, or if he did, I missed him, sadly. But I hung around for a bit and got to meet Andrew Denton for about ten seconds.
I didn't really get a lot of sleep this weekend. But it was worth it.
Satruday: Steven, lowroller and I got together to mess around musically, as part of our contribution to the slowly-moving Member Music Project. We got another two ideas in train. I'm not quite sure how any of it is going to end up, but the point is it doesn't really matter. It's fun just to do it -- it's about the journey much more than the destination.
Saturday evening, we kicked on at the Townie in Newtown and met the lovely morgannahh, Blacklamb, and JaneMillicent who were inaugurated into SG Sydney drinking fun, with hellfaerie (and her fella Benny) and Sknow and PlatyPuz along for the ride. A subset of us partied on at a nightclub in town which led to bad late-night dancing from, well, me.
Sunday was a family day, with my folks being in town. Then my brother and I went out to see an evening of theatre, for a one -off show aimed at critiquing the proposed new sedition laws. Seriously, dude, what the fucking fuck?
The audience certainly had its share of movers and shakers, and my brother is a bit of a mover and shaker in his own right so he spent his time waving and chatting to various people. It's been a while since I've had that kind of status anywhere, and I certainly don't have it in Sydney, having only been here two years and mostly being shacked up with TFOG. Oddly enough though, I knew two of the people performing, and managed to catch up with one of them later, which was nice.
Gerry Connolly did his impressions of the Queen and of various Aussie prime ministers, but it's his Joh Bjelke-Petersen that had me almost in tears. If you've never heard Bjelke-Petersen speak, imagine the kind of cornpone Ronald Reagan / George W Bush speaking style, and then imagine it in completely broken English, with rambling sentences that don't ever quite finish. Connolly fucking nails it. Genius. I was in tears.
After the show, I caught up with my friend from the show, well, one of them. The other one, Chas Savage, I haven't seen for a good few years. He's not really a performer, but he was there to read this (and if you click on the link, be sure to read both pages). He didn't come out from backstage, or if he did, I missed him, sadly. But I hung around for a bit and got to meet Andrew Denton for about ten seconds.
I didn't really get a lot of sleep this weekend. But it was worth it.
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So maybe you can tell me... just how many creepy crawlies do you see in the city?
Cherry xxxxx.