Listening to: The Mighty Boosh (radio series) - Jungle
After dining with my mother on Sunday night, we headed to the BP across from Thebarton Theatre to procure some iced coffee and other confections. Throngs of people were leaving the theatre and coming across the road, presumably after the completion of the show, although it was only about nine o'clock. I asked the guy at the counter what/who had been playing, and he informed me it was Lano and Woodley, whom I adore, but am too poor to attend this, their farewell tour.
Within seconds I was across the road and pressed against the glass facade of the theatre, oggling the pair as they signed shirts, DVDs and the like for the milling fans. Nonchalantly, I strutted inside the theatre and joined the queue, but not before comandeering my mother's camera phone to take photos a-plenty; since I had nothing to sign, of course, having just come from dinner. We loitered about in the foyer until everyone had gone, and I asked to have a photo with them, since quite a few people had been. However, the security-type person said they were doing no more photos and that I had to leave.
SECURITY PEOPLE WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE.
I'm still waiting for my mother to email me the photos from her phone, dammit.
Frank Woodley is so dorkishly adorable.
Entirely unrelated to anything above: I went into Uni three hours early to try to find a copy of Peter Brook's The Empty Space to at least read in part before the tutorial. It was mind-numbingly tedius, yet I still read for three solid hours prior to the tutorial, only to discover a mere three other people had even attempted to read it - and two of those had to present this week's seminar paper on the piece.
The tutor said Iggy Pop has a "shamanistic verve". HAH. HE SO DOES.
EDIT: I've just found ANOTHER clip on YouTube that DEFINITELY was NOT in Charlie when it screened here. WHAT IS WRONG WITH SBS, THE JUICY DANGLERS?!