Goodbye Perth…
I have finally managed to escape Perth, the city that did not agree with my digestive tract… I went to out drink the town and it crushed me like a beetle.
I did two shows – they went gang busters (a local saying for they went rather spiffing) – then I went a bit mental in the hot sun with a few ales inside me – did you know how strict the licensing laws are over here? crazy. I really thought I could steer this into an adventure but I just sailed the ship up a muddy creek of epic shit proportions.
I did have a bit of a Perth send off through, a hastily arranged free gig to make up for the cancelled ones. 10 mins before show time I was sat in a bar with no mic or stage and 5 locals thinking why did I set this up?
Stewart lee says comedy is nothing without struggle. Ironically as a comedian who now has a second run of fame and fortune his struggle has become trying to find the struggle. What a lovely position to be in. I seem to get sucked into the gravitational pull of every trouble and strife going. Its finding the fortune that is a problem.
But 10 mins later people started arriving and they kept coming. Around 100 of them came to see me off or to make sure I did in fact leave Perth. A great 90 min show and $500 in the hat….
Ok maybe I will come back one day? But right now I am all about the outback. The real life. Where men are hairy and made of leather
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