|My home this month|
So, yes, after a fairly smooth, albeit absurdly long, flight - marred only by the big fat man in the seat next to me taking off his shoes, exposing his stinky feet and then stealing my vegetarian meal when I wasn't looking - I am in Adelaide. I am here to perform my one man show "Showman", pretty much every night for nearly five weeks. Most days I'll also be doing extra cabaret spots in comedy and variety shows, and for a week I'll also be part of the street performers festival programme, so it's going to be hard work, especially if I'm dumb enough to be wearing a three piece suit in one of the hottest cities in the world, which, of course, I am.
On the day I arrived, this place was, indeed, the hottest city on earth, then the following two days it rained torrentially and constantly, which flooded everything, but now the weather is back to what the locals un-ironically refer to as "normal". Which means that walking outside often feels like being a dog locked in a hot car. The air so hot and dry you can somehow feel it warm your lungs when you breathe. I am not complaining though. No whinging pom, I. Blue sky and a big gold sun is always welcome.
My show is in a lovely little tent called the Campanile, which is situated slap-bang in the middle of the very aptly named "Garden of Unearthly Delights". This place is great. A big, beautiful garden full of circus big tops, speigeltents, little sideshow tents, food trucks and fairground rides - every tree strung with fairly lights, a candy floss machine around every corner. It's the centre of the fringe, and I couldn't be happier to be there.
|Happy happy happy happy|
|Apparently, my target demographic is women who want a wee|
|When I balance something on my nose during my show, this is what I see|
What makes it even more delightful is that dozens of my friends are here too. After I finish my show every night, I can walk outside and see a bunch of old pals from my street performing days spruiking their arses off - clowns, escapologists and strong ladies who always bring a smile to my face, and whom I love very much. And then, a little further afield, in some of the tents, there are fellow conscripts from the British cabaret army - filthy singers who love pancakes, improvising rappers, intoxicating sirens and mighty tapefaces. And when you're away from home for five weeks, being able to talk rubbish with a familiar face is a valuable commodity indeed.
|The ticket lady in the fake fur coat. She'll put a smile on your dial.|
|I walk past this every day. Makes me happy every time.|
So it's been a generally pleasant time here, marred only slightly but the little internet shitstorm stirred up by comedian Nadia Kamil's arrogantly dunderheaded bit of stand up about burlesque. It's making the rounds on youtube, and I'm not going to link to it here - you can find it if you want to. I'll just say this - to attack and dismiss an entire diverse artform - in which venues run mainly by women, book mainly female performers to work to mainly female audiences, wearing costumes and using props created by mainly female craftspeople - under the guise of feminism, is lazy stupidity. To use opinions, virtually all of which are simply and provably incorrect, while showing that you have absolutely no knowledge of the history, performers or purpose of that artform is ignorant and rude. But to then give away the punchline of a performers act, to steal her laugh for yourself, while getting a cheap giggle out of telling an audience how you and your friends talked about her behind her back? That's cheap playground nastiness, and it can fuck right off.
Nadia told me on twitter that the act wasn't about burlesque, but rather about her reaction to burlesque. That seemed to me like saying that Bernard Manning's racist jokes weren't about black and asian people, but rather about his reaction to them. So that's all right then. Meaningless cop-out which doesn't excuse her from having done something hurtful to a fellow performer.
And by the way, here's the act she was talking about, it's great. Lili La Scala wrote a very nice piece about it, here.
But that predicable rubbish aside, spirits are high in the garden. I may have been eating slightly too many ice cream sandwiches and burritos, if that is possible, and my addiction to diet coke has seamlessly transferred to a reliance on iced coffee, but things are ok.
Oh, and if you happen to be around this part of Australia, or know someone who is, come and see my show! It's my third one man show, and the one that I'm most proud of. You can read more details about it here. Oh, and click on "TalkFringe Reviews" on that page, to read what other audience members have said about the show.