Last Friday I picked up my new car, a little Toyota Yaris YR in "lustre". Mmm, fancy. It's fun driving a manual again, and the chair has a really lovely chunky feel and that great new car smell. Don't worry, I'm already starting to throw new crap in it. Speaking of which, I still have to get out to the wreckers' and retrieve all the old crap from my poor Corolla before it's stripped like kebab meat and sold off for parts to some heartless, faceless dodgy-ass dealership.
Saturday I flew to Sydney to catch up with some improvising peeps and compete in the 2010 Theatresports Nationals at the Enmore Theatre. It was heaps of fun; sad that our Queensland team "The Speakeasy", didn't make it through to the second half, but good in that we received loads of positive feedback from all quarters and got to take part in/witness some great impro.
And I'm calling us the best-dressed team by far:
|Nat the Cigarette Girl, Tristan the Gangster, |
Tom the Dandy and Dave the Gumshoe.
I'd been battling a cold all weekend, and was just too crook Tuesday to go to work. I spent the day getting some much needed - and already used up - rest.
Yesterday I was back at work, and out early to Jimboomba, where local member Aidan McLindon was busy working out what the "LNP" on his number plate would stand for after he quit to become an independent (his suggestion? "Love 'n' Peace"). I managed to snap this quick shot as his media conference wrapped up:
That's St Thomas More on the wall - the patron saint of politicans, apparently. Now Sir Thomas More was burned at the stake for disagreeing with Henry VIII - I'll let you construct your own metaphorical jokes here about Mr McLindon's future.
Last night it was back up to the Brisbane Arts Theatre for The Tasmanian Babes Fiasco - and a night of taking candid shots backstage. I have an incredibly photogenic cast, but have decided to just post this one as a special shout out to playwright Simon Bedak.
|Simon still thinks the Bundy Bear is a rat.|