A cowlick of a fringe
Posted by cacophony in : Entertainment , 1 comment so far
“Bob is an average insecure penis,” begins the Melbourne Fringe Festival’s synopsis for puppet play Tyrannosaurus sex. Bob the knob may be average but the Fringe is definitely not.
This year’s festival has the usual unusual smattering of experimental, post-post-modern, kitsch and just plain weird music, art and theatre but also has a strong puppetry bent and includes a children’s program for the first time.
Spring is my favourite time of the year to be in Melbourne and the Fringe is a big part of that. It’s a theatre of risk: the artists are doing non-bankable works that are often self-funded (and in the case of neon-bulb swallower Manx, really bloody dangerous) but the audience takes a risk, too. Fringe shows are mostly one-offs, and hit-and-miss depending on which show you attend.
But for about $12 a pop, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Mea culpa
Posted by cacophony in : My life , 10 commentsThis is an apology to all the naysayers who told me I was an idiot for falling in love so quickly a couple of months ago. You said I should exercise caution, I didn’t.
He broke my heart. Right you were.
Happy now?
