I went to see Adam Hills "Inflatable" last night at the Enmore Theatre, with a bunch of friends, and it was no less than brilliant! Sure, it started 25 minutes late and didn't end until around midnight, but it was pure entertainment! He started off by asking everyone in the front row where they lived, and commenting on how posh each place was (or wasn't). And in the middle of that, he found an accountant from Kirribilli who was really hot, brought him up on stage, and listened to people shouting out that they needed an accountant- that accountant.

Then two people walked in late, and he ran up to them, asked them where they lived, and they replied "Enmore", and he was like "Oh, I can see why you were half an hour late. You only have to walk two streets."

A guy started shouting comments from upstairs, and Adam ran up the middle aisle, out the door of the auditorium and upstairs, to talk to the people. It was annoying that I couldn't see, but it was very entertaining to hear. He was talking to some really quiet Dutch chap, and the guy's wife. The wife was really quite the heckler... So when he returned back to the stage (I snagged a picture when he came back down the aisle, but it's blurry), he commented on how that woman was to never come to the show again.

Then there was the explanation of how to say certain things in sign language, which was very educational, and I am really going to find use for some of them...

I think I might just explain that there were 16 giant purple balloons on the stage right now. They do get significant. Most of the evening, he was talking about inflatable stuff*. And he commented on how some people are 'inflaters', and keep people feeling happy, even after death, which was sweet.

There is a bit too much to talk about, but I'll end the explanation of the show with a bit of wisdom I learnt last night from Adam Hills. When you feel like you're about to throw up, eat a Tim-Tam. It probably won't settle your stomach, but at least when you puke, it'll taste like Tim-Tam, and that'll be all you smell, so it's a bit more pleasant.

At the end of the show, he gave out 10 of the balloons to random people in the audience. I was really close to getting one, but I didn't. *sobs* Then he let the last six up, and they hovered, holding up a large heart-cloth thing. And he ended by singing the national anthem to 'Working Class Man'. All in all, a brilliant show.

We filed out, and six of us stayed to get our tickets signed. Whilst waiting for him to appear, I kept looking back at the auditorium, and the stage people were taking down the six balloons that were holding the heart. One saw me and one of my friends looking, and jogged up with the balloons, and gave the six of us the balloons. Keep in mind, an 18 year old could curl up in a ball and fit in there with room to spare, we figured.

And so we got our tickets signed, photos and hugs with Adam, etc etc, and made our way back to Newtown station, getting several queries on where we got the balloons. We caught the train back to Wynyard, still getting queries. And when we got there. The buses weren't there, we couldn't find where we had to get them from. (there was trackwork on the northshore line, and we couldn't get the train)

But after half an hour, we got there. I got in trouble with my mum, etc etc... And all in all, I'm grounded, but I have a giant purple balloon and some great memories.





*There was once an inflatable boy. He went to an inflatable school, where all the buildings, students and teachers were inflatable. One day, the boy decided he would take a pin to school. But the headmaster came up to him, after he did, and said:

"By bringing that pin to school, you let the teachers down, you let your peers down, you let me down, and you let yourself down"**

**This brought on a rant about dad jokes, and how he was turning into that kind of person, when trying not to be offensive.

I am stuffed full of ideas for novels and novellas, and I don't have the time to work on more than I currently am. I'm already working on three novels, a script, and in three days I'll be dipping back into the Nine Lives series of novellas, for SummerWrite. I can't afford to work on any more, especially since school goes back on Wednesday, and I'll have to suffer all that work on top of my writing.

I guess I just have to store all the ideas in a box, or something, and leave them for a time when all other writing projects evaporate- which I bet will be 1st December. It happened last year, as soon as I finished NaNoWriMo '08, I lost my fiction spirit. I was just that drained. I don't want that to happen again.

And I ought to be congratulated on actually managing to have a social life recently. I went to two parties, a picnic, and several trips to the city. It's a miracle. I'm guessing that is the largest social rate I have had in a two week period. And also, I managed to fit in a lot of writing and pounding out tune after tune on the piano. Time management- up.

I'll keep my SummerWrite status updated, and I'll try to keep up with whatever is happening in my life as well....


Countdowns:

15 Days till S. Darko comes out on DVD
56 Days till Ross Noble live!