Siobhan and I have been going for many years. For me the standard one hour performance is one of the best concentrated and focused times when human nature with all its foibles and idiosyncratic ways is served up to you on a plate. You get to empathise with, be embarrased for, admire the comedian's courage, be astounded by their openness, be charned, be revolted, be shocked and sometimes even horrified. But mostly you will connect and just laugh your head off. And all this, for a bargain basement price of usually twenty or thirty bucks.
In the past few weeks we have seen Charlie Pickering and the wonderful Waleed Aly and their take on climate change. Sounds dry and boring I know.....but quite frankly folks it was intelligent, thought provoking humour at its very best.We also saw Hannha Gadsby twice. Once, doing her Art Show at the NGV on Nudes, (preferred her previous show on the Virgin Mary in Art) and the second time performing her standup gig " Happiness is a Bedside Table. This show was briliiant. This woman can rock a neck to knee lycra swimsuit like you would not believe. She made the audience howl with laughter.So glad we didnt head to Tracey Morgan, I have it on good authority that it was terrible.
Having been to Peter Mac on the Thursday, we were heading to the Princess Theatre the next Saturday to see two veterans - Denise Scott and Judith Lucy. We frocked up because we were heading out to dinner afterwards and to ensure safe travels opted to take the 86 tram to and from. Now Ms Scott is a Thornbury local but I can honestly say Siobhan and I didnt expect to be sharing a Myki swiper-on-er-er as we (all) headed to the Theatre. We did a double take, continued to stare at the poor woman, then thought - how uncool, and moved onto the tram.
Fast forward a couple of drinks on the rooftop of Siglio's Bar (upstairs of the Melbourne Supper Room overlooking the house where Pontificating Pollies commit hyperbole and bellicosity and get well paid to do so........and we head to see Misses Scott and Lucy. Row G middle of the row, stalls.
Denise Scott begins with a rap about public transport and her love of the 86 tram and the people who travel on it and says she noticed two gals travelling to the same destination as her self and calls out to the audience the question as to whether they might be in the audience. Naturally I scream and wave out in the affirmative, whilst Siobhan shrinks into her seat. She asks us our name and I yell out KELLY. She asks Siobhan her name and in a voice coming from near her boots Siobhan offers up her name!! Denise Scott says she suspected as much as we were her demographic because ladies of a "certain age" frock up when heading out. Can I share with you that Siobhan wasn't all that enamoured with being described as a lady of a certain age.......
The show is literary in nature, both comedians having recently published a book. I would like to share two good lines from the show. Firstly at a writers festival Q&A, Denise was told by a lady that "She was a huge fan" and that "she simply loved Denise's self-defecating humour". Second, as Judith Lucy paced across the stage she told the audience she was a member of a discussion panel at another writers' festival and that fellow panelist Peter Carey (famed Australian two time Booker Prize winner) called her a C@$%........ The audience took this collective audible gasp and then the theatre was totally silent. Judith stopped pacing middle stage, peered out into the audience, lent forward and said......
"But it maybe because I called him Wayne"...............the audience went wild..............
They stripped off and performed some hysterical dance moves in nude leotards complete with texta- drawn on boobs and pubic hair - though a tad too bright due to the stage lights, these brave gals invited photos being taken because they were happy with whatever attention they could get.
So with the ravages of middle age being played for such laughs by two talented ladies ringing in my ears, I prepare for Peter Mac. No longer taking HRT, I am having so many hot flushes of such magnitude that I could power a steam engine.
When you combine these industrial strength heat surges and my radio-active substance injection I am to receive, there is a strong possibility that could become Thornbury's very own Fukoshima nuclear power plant.!!
Surge on Good Friends as I warm your hearts and light up your lives - literally.
PS; Peter Mac, drugs and surgery up next so stay tuned.
Kellyx
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