Another shambolic weekend of Talking Poofy has flown by, but not without injury. Those in the audience on Saturday found out exactly how the Friday night show led to Scott Brennan leaving several centimetres of his face on a pole. I'd try to explain it here, but I'm not sure I fully understand it.

Sometimes a member of Talking Poofy, the man behind Wes Snelling - Tina Del Twist is one of my closest friends, and waxing lyrical about him is easy for me. After last year's massive undertaking Kiosk, Wes is performing a stripped back and intimate show as alter ego Tina del Twist. She is a drunken chanteuse, very reminiscent of Judy Garland toward the end of her career.

When you do a show at the Comedy Festival, you get a pass with your photo on it that lets you sneak into shows that haven't sold out. Twelve years ago, when I was doing my first ever show 'Tragedy' in the Backstage Room at the Melbourne Town Hall at 9:30, that little pass was my first taste of the way celebrities get treated - you don't have to queue, you don't have to pay, and for no other reason than because you are you. It's peculiar.