Comedy

I saw UK comedian Daniel Kitson at the Melbourne Comedy Festical this year.
It was standup with a story telling element to it.
He currently has a storytelling show called C-90 which has comedic elements in it in reverse proportion to his Easter show "That's the fireworks talking".
Seeing both shows was like a perfect yin-yang symbol of entertainment.

I saw C-90 on Wednesday night with Sparkly, but befofehand checked who was on Thursday comedy at the Friend in hand and Sam Bowring was MCing with Kent Valentine as the headliner. These were the guys who started the room and ran it for four years until recently. So, it was a must-see night.
On arrival last night I discovered that there was an extra special guest on after Kent.
It was Daniel Kitson.

Awesome.
No; fucking awesome!
It was very very very good. I was laughing so hard Kitson commented on my enthusiasm.

It was great to see Bowring utterly fail at the "What's your name? What do you do?" standard MC banter with the audience.
After flailing for a bit he said "I'm not any good at this at all!!" to much laughter.
It's avery friendly room and there is a lot of love.
Very good for the soul, but not so much for the liver.

Adventurerering with Women (attempted)

I'd like to take this moment to highlight the importance of remembering the Harry "DYRF" Imperative when asking a girl out.
DYRF?
Do
Your
Research
First

A good strong start that shoots straight from the hip or nearby groinal region. And, by being in note form, shows that I am too cowardly to speak to her directly ie sensitive.


You see the problem here?

Look, I had heard some talk around work about D, but it's a gay bar and they don't really pay attention to that sort of thing around here, so I didn't place much credence in the intellegnce gathered in such a way.
I suppose I could have found out the pertinent information by myself. After all, I have worked with her for over a year and we have had several conversations in that time.
We've talked about how I'm cool because I've met Joss Whedon.
We've talked about how my taste in music is superior to hers, and also about how impressive and strong I am because I can lift the full gravy pot off the stove whilst she can't.
Her marital state just hasn't come up before is what I'm trying to say.

So, people, learn from my error here.

I work at a gay bar in Redfern called Mr Mary's.
One of the other barman asked why it was so called.
I didn't know, but suggested that since our first birthday was on Bastille Day and Mary Antionette featured prominently on the posters that perhaps the gay community or drag queens identified strongly with Mary Antionette, and thence the name.
He looked unconvinced, and I don't blame him - but it was the best I could come up with.
I tried again.
"Mary Antionette is known for one thing in particular: saying 'Let them eat cake' when told that the populace didn't have any bread to eat.
Maybe they thought she said 'Let them eat cock'?"

Funnily enough neither Cock o'man nor Penis Schnitznel are on the menu.

And neither am I, so back off.


I remain a towering man-meat monument of heterosexuality.