‘Two black limousines headed East on Union Street’, and continued on even as I closed the cover on the opening line of Robert Mapplethorpe’s biography. This aforementioned thought occurred to me. I opened the book again, expecting the wheels of the limousines to be clattering across a wooden jetty, headed to a dire drop. Brakes lock up, tyres slide across the freshly cut guts of the fisherman’s catch. Perhaps the limousine balances on the end of the jetty, precariously waiting for justice to make her verdict: into the East River? Or rebalanced to safety by burly fisherman pushing down on the boot? Instead, after the opening line of the Robert Mapplethorpe biography — isn’t his name delicious... wouldn’t you order it for breakfast — the author looked inside the limousine, to find, surprise, surprise, our protagonist: Robert Mapplethorpe, being sucked off by Dustin Hoffman.
Hi, my name is Dave. And I’m very stupid.
Taught and played this game with @footscrayarts Art Life crew for the first time today. Sadly and happily confounded by the depths of my stupidity as a simple clown and human being. Still learning.
text: Why is That So Funny? by John Wright
A somewhat intimidating shot of the hieroglyphics and our SOLD OUT sticker for the Auslan show last night. Our 10th FULL HOUSE in a row. Super proud of what we’ve been able to achieve with Nosfer-ARSE-tu and all the audiences who’ve made it possible. Don’t know what I’m going to do on Monday* when life is a little less pantomime-y. *go to work
Only 8 tickets left for tonight’s Auslan performance of a Nosfer-ARSE-tu, featuring Kirri Dangerfield from @auslanstageleft . Here’s a taste-teaser from our Adelaide Fringe Auslan show with Mikey J Webb.
PS Last night’s SOLD OUT crowd were as randy as a purple-headed puppet!
Just some queers rocking out SOLD OUT shows in the Archive Room, for posterity. Every show this season has been a FULL HOUSE of the most generous audience, each with their own unique personality: savvy, oddball, rowdy AF. (Last night at the end of a particularly debaucherous scene we even got a romantic ‘aaaawww’ for the first time). The more we’ve played the more endless the panto interaction has been. Can’t thank you all enough.
And today, a rest day. And tonight I get to see the Dalai Lama of endless play and anarchy, Neal Portenza.
We SOLD OUT again last night! The audience made some of the strangest noises we’ve heard yet (in a good way). This picture was taken by Theresa Harrison. Four or so years ago we met in a Q.V. arcade where she was heading up her spandex-clad Real Hot Bitches. We remarked after the show the other night how far we’ve come and yet how close we still are to that moment of joyful expression of our bodies. She’s a good egg.
Been eyeing off that special someone this comedy festival? Never quite found the right invite to make the first move?
Why not let the bud of romance blossom with a sold out bum puppet show?
Only two tickets left for tonight.
Lovers of the absurd need only apply.