The last time I bought Bradley Cooper (the hand puppet) on stage (Saturday night), an audience member got so enamoured they came up on stage and got married to him (this actually happened, and it's legally binding)
See you at the Sub, culture!
We live in overstimulated times. We crave stimulation for its own sake. We gorge ourselves on it. We always want more, whether it's tactile, emotional or sexual. And I think that's bad.
I am number one comedy know abouter. Pay me. Long live the new flesh!
This post is for all those who fought in the battlefield: the battlefield of the Melbourne International Comedy Festival
I did two main shows; Doommates with Danni Robinson, a two-person play we spent a few months on about two people living at what seems like the middle of the end of the world and it was rewarding to put it up to an audience
And a late night solo stand up(? sure). I was heckled for getting Sam Smith's pronouns RIGHT (I don't care that they're non-binary, I care that they are so milquetoast and bland that their recent attempts at edginess read more as try hard and desperate)
I also got "wooed" by audiences for my material about being bisexual, which I don't understand, which is why I'll never be the disabled LGBT performer the industry wants cause I don't care more then very little material on it cause I rather do absurdist satire then necessarily do material all about my life. Different strokes!
Plus some improv shows with @theimprovpit and other appearances sprinkled in, including one at The Doghouse (is it a show about divorce??) with @spacecorgitv that's apparently legally unreleasable because our defamation laws are draconian and made to keep us quiet about corruption and sexual abuse.
I wanna thank all who supported the shows, @bardsapothecary and @trainscendencemelbourne for being great venues to host these shows and all the performers I got to perform with - of course singling out Danni Robinson for her generosity and her spirit and her spirit of generosity and working alongside me on performing and writing on Doommates. Here's to where we go with it next!
In the meanwhile before MICF 2027, I am willing and able to be booked anywhere anytime for gigs. I'm a slut. A slut for gigs. Don't shame me for it.
This is the only photo of us together. Because I keep threatening to sell Fry to the meat market, Danni is replacing me with Fry this final performance tonight at 9pm.
Fry ain't gonna know the lines
