Adelaide Fringe Festival preparation- approx. 3 weeks til take off
Well darlings, we are about 3 weeks away from jetting off to Australia.
Anyhow, Victy and I have begun what Victy refers to as 'the preparation phase'. There is a huge build up to this phase involving many lists being made, many tins of food being purchased, strange hats and shies being ordered off amazon. I have hardly seen Victy in weeks!
So she sat me down last night and we had to have the 'preparation chat'. I hate this chat, because it means to have to look at all the lists, try on all the hats and shoes, and go on a tinned food diet for the time we are still in our bedsit.
This is phase 1 of preparation- Victy will slowly phase out the purchasing of fresh food stuffs as she hates to have to throw anything away when we leave. It is so frustrating- she makes me eat absolutely everything in the house, even the last scrape of mustard from a jar. A clean and empty fridge is apparently a good thing in halfy land.
I have now got three weeks of meals with at least one canned element to look forward to.
I am also looking forward to be woken at the crack of arse by the postman every other day as he delivers us huge varieties of hats and shoes that are aerated and not too heavy so we can take them over in our 20 kilo luggage allowance. (We have ordered a bucket of 50 plus sunscreen to meet us at the airport as there is no way it will fit in the suitcase). Somehow we must take accordion, saw, ukulele, mr little red book, mr hammer, miss sickle, a whip and a ping pong ball as well as clothes, shoes, hats and at least 5 bottles of duty free gin.
Not quite sure how it is going to work.
We have had our first moustache party and are on schedule for making our 10,000 half moustaches. ( oh, for those of you who have not been to one of our moustache parties, it is a party that aims to lure you in with the promise if good food and gin and stimulating conversation, and essentially becomes forced labour for several hours. I can be quite persuasive when I need to be darlings.)
We will be having another moustache party very soon, as we still have 8,000 to go.
Well darlings, I must go. I am being summoned to look over yet another list- Victy wants to know what underwear I am taking.
I say it will be 35 degrees- who needs underwear?
BB x
Anyhow, Victy and I have begun what Victy refers to as 'the preparation phase'. There is a huge build up to this phase involving many lists being made, many tins of food being purchased, strange hats and shies being ordered off amazon. I have hardly seen Victy in weeks!
So she sat me down last night and we had to have the 'preparation chat'. I hate this chat, because it means to have to look at all the lists, try on all the hats and shoes, and go on a tinned food diet for the time we are still in our bedsit.
This is phase 1 of preparation- Victy will slowly phase out the purchasing of fresh food stuffs as she hates to have to throw anything away when we leave. It is so frustrating- she makes me eat absolutely everything in the house, even the last scrape of mustard from a jar. A clean and empty fridge is apparently a good thing in halfy land.
I have now got three weeks of meals with at least one canned element to look forward to.
I am also looking forward to be woken at the crack of arse by the postman every other day as he delivers us huge varieties of hats and shoes that are aerated and not too heavy so we can take them over in our 20 kilo luggage allowance. (We have ordered a bucket of 50 plus sunscreen to meet us at the airport as there is no way it will fit in the suitcase). Somehow we must take accordion, saw, ukulele, mr little red book, mr hammer, miss sickle, a whip and a ping pong ball as well as clothes, shoes, hats and at least 5 bottles of duty free gin.
Not quite sure how it is going to work.
We have had our first moustache party and are on schedule for making our 10,000 half moustaches. ( oh, for those of you who have not been to one of our moustache parties, it is a party that aims to lure you in with the promise if good food and gin and stimulating conversation, and essentially becomes forced labour for several hours. I can be quite persuasive when I need to be darlings.)
We will be having another moustache party very soon, as we still have 8,000 to go.
Well darlings, I must go. I am being summoned to look over yet another list- Victy wants to know what underwear I am taking.
I say it will be 35 degrees- who needs underwear?
BB x
Latitude- the mud, the sweat and the earwig invasion.
Hello darlings.
For all of you who noticed my Internet absence, Victy and I have spent the last 4 nights in a 4 man tent with a single 2 man air bed and a 1 man sleeping bag. Needless to say it was Victys task to arrange the bedding.
We arrived on Thursday evening after a monster 5 hour journey from liverpool street, having perfected the art of bitching at people in cues and stealing their various snacks when they weren't looking. I scored us 2 packs of 'Collins' - he is what he eats, and Victy managed to nab a small camping stove.
Whilst waiting in the cue for an hour for the shuttle bus, we ran into our good friend Doctor Brown who, looking much like Jesus (beardy and wise) led a cue exodus across the fields. We could not follow, as we now had to carry a camping stove, an accordion and much excess food stuff.
Anyhow we made it eventually, and as I watched the sunset and Victy setting up the tent, I knew we were in for an amazing festival.
There were two main hazards at this festival- mud and earwigs. When we awoke on the first morning, the inside of the outer tent layer (who knew these things had two layers) had collected a small family of no less than 37 earwigs, all hungry for our ear blood.
We had developed a tent system to keep them out, which mainly involved my screaming at Victy
SHUT THE ZIP, KILL THE BASTARDS, ZIP THEIR TINY BRAINS
every time we opened the tent flap.
As for the mud, I just made sure Victy carried me over all the bad patches.
My wellington boots are hardly even sullied.
We saw some amazing performers, drank copious amounts of gin, got lost in the woods, destroyed an earwig nest in the pocket of Victys rain coat and played to a fabulous crowd in the cabaret tent on Sunday night.
Despite having to fend off Victys sleeping bag advances, the earwigs, and the constant 'loo pod' seepage....we have managed to fit the tent back into its bag and are looking forward to Bestival.
BB x
For all of you who noticed my Internet absence, Victy and I have spent the last 4 nights in a 4 man tent with a single 2 man air bed and a 1 man sleeping bag. Needless to say it was Victys task to arrange the bedding.
We arrived on Thursday evening after a monster 5 hour journey from liverpool street, having perfected the art of bitching at people in cues and stealing their various snacks when they weren't looking. I scored us 2 packs of 'Collins' - he is what he eats, and Victy managed to nab a small camping stove.
Whilst waiting in the cue for an hour for the shuttle bus, we ran into our good friend Doctor Brown who, looking much like Jesus (beardy and wise) led a cue exodus across the fields. We could not follow, as we now had to carry a camping stove, an accordion and much excess food stuff.
Anyhow we made it eventually, and as I watched the sunset and Victy setting up the tent, I knew we were in for an amazing festival.
There were two main hazards at this festival- mud and earwigs. When we awoke on the first morning, the inside of the outer tent layer (who knew these things had two layers) had collected a small family of no less than 37 earwigs, all hungry for our ear blood.
We had developed a tent system to keep them out, which mainly involved my screaming at Victy
SHUT THE ZIP, KILL THE BASTARDS, ZIP THEIR TINY BRAINS
every time we opened the tent flap.
As for the mud, I just made sure Victy carried me over all the bad patches.
My wellington boots are hardly even sullied.
We saw some amazing performers, drank copious amounts of gin, got lost in the woods, destroyed an earwig nest in the pocket of Victys rain coat and played to a fabulous crowd in the cabaret tent on Sunday night.
Despite having to fend off Victys sleeping bag advances, the earwigs, and the constant 'loo pod' seepage....we have managed to fit the tent back into its bag and are looking forward to Bestival.
BB x
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