The Fabulous Adam Richard
Talking Poofy Week 2
The second week of Talking Poofy was just as shambolic as the first, but due to technical problems, all of the shows in the Cloak Room (Melbourne Town Hall) ran 10-15 minutes late, which meant that Friday's show ended up being a 5 litre show, rather than the usual 3 or 4...
Melinda Buttle, MC Anon
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.
Talking Poofy
Talking Poofy
The first weekend of Talking Poofy went off with several hitches. Most of them based around misguided ideas we had during our alleged technical rehearsal.
Susan Boyle singing Lady Gaga, the abominable and ill-advised finale to the Friday show, made a reappearance on Saturday night in spite of all promises to the contrary.
Lorraine's Hair and Face
I have added another hyphenate to the ever-growing list that accompanies 'Fabulous' and my name. As much as I would love to be like one of Tiger Woods' many girlfriends, and be a something/model (blackjack dealer/model, lawyer/model etc) I have had to settle for Comedian/Writer/ Radio Presenter/Television Personality/Karaoke Host/World's Laziest Drag Queen and now - Choreographer!
apologies
hello chickens
sorry for the lack of writing on this site of late - i've fallen behind on work for which i get paid, so the gratis stuff is the first to go!
hopefully, once comedy festival and this niggling virus are done and dusted, i can climb back onto a regular schedule!
thanks for your patience - normal transmission will resume as soon as possible.
- Posted from my iPhone
Wes Snelling: the Man Behind the Myth
More nonsense from Wes Snelling and Yours Truly. This was in 2002 for another fundraiser. Ostensibly we were raising money so Wes could do one of his needy cabaret shows, ManDiva possibly, or the accurately titled More Me, Less You. In reality, the money went to buy cigarettes and beer, and to pay the rent on the various places Wes fell asleep in. Watch out for a cameo by Angus, who is no longer with us, and Kim Hope's outrageous bra.
