Meet'n'Greet

Ever have one of those nights which is supposed to be low key and turns out to be huge?

Of course you have.

Anyone that answered "no" to that question is lying.

Hideous night at work tonight. Hideous. One of the actors injured their knee during warm up and 15 mins before the show was due to start the stage manager tells me they're cancelling the show and taking her to hospital.

Love you to pieces Bonge. You are a beautiful person. Hope your knee gets better really soon.

But f**k me, some of those people who were coming to see your show tonight really sucked big time. You'd think we'd cut off their fingers. Or stolen their wallets and gone on a spending spree with their platinum Amex cards.

You are on stage every night re-creating a part of your life story. You were abandoned at the age of 8. You spent most of your childhood scavenging for food. I cannot even begin to imagine how awful your childhood was. I honestly do not know how you have the guts to get up on stage each night and re-live those experiences. I have so much respect for you.

These hideous people however, had no sympathy for your situation and decided to abuse the bejesus out of me and the RocKat because we had to cancel the show.

Not. Cool.

But we survived the abuse. And made it to the Dolphin to celebrate Damo's birthday.

Goodness me that pub has changed since my last visit.

Yuppies'r'Us.

And they close at midnight. So lame.

So then we went to the Gaslight. As you do.

I saw Tez. My lovely third husband from Queen Lere. Love Tez. Love him to bits. Love love love.

And I saw two ex-shags. One of whom I love to bits, one of whom is a wanker. If you know who I am and you know who they are, then you'll know which is which.

And chatted to some bloke named Norbert. Really. What were his parents thinking?

Then...

Then...

Then, I met Locket. Who, as it turns out, is an old Perth mate of the RocKat.

Sooooo exciting.

So. Bloody. Exciting.

Made my night.