still haven't heard from anyone re: reading this blog, oh well.
now, lets talk about the raw comedy national finals. what a day!
mark dropped me off on the corner of collins and swanston on the way to his paintball game. there were already two seperate groups formed outside - the girls near the door, and the boys to the side. when we finally got in, we did paperwork and stuff first, before introducing ourselves and saying a bit about our acts. we broke for lunch, and on our return went to the greenroom. we had professional makeup artists do our faces, and it was only about three o'clock. i had the rather surreal experience of sitting in a makeup chair in a very small room with sarah applying my makeup while a tv cameraman held his camera barely two inches away from my face as his sound guy stood behind him with his big boom, no one saying a word the whole time. we all got interviewed, again with the cameras literally five centimeters in front of our faces, then we each went on stage to test out microphones and get a feel for the place. i must say i now realise that i wasn't totally comfortable at any point in the whole day.
when the program finally kicked off, everything happened so fast it was dizzying. people were being miked up and sent on one by one while the rest of us watched them on the monitors backstage, trying not to lapse into 'vegging on the couch' mode. i saw beck, al, naomi and meg on the monitors and started feeling a bit 'ooh-err' in the gut. before i knew it there was a radio mic clipped to my jeans and duct tape down my top, and i was standing in the wings. i heard what i thought was my name - and i walked out on to stage. grabbed the mic. said my first line.
all i can remember of the next five minutes is random thoughts like 'why aren't they laughing?', 'oh excellent, they're laughing', 'why aren't they laughing?', 'this was such a stupid idea', 'god that man has a large face', 'i'm fucked'. oh, and 'why aren't they laughing'.
i walked back to the green room totally dejected, and greeted the applause with 'yeah yeah, i need a beer'. adam gave me a high five and a hug, brett got me a beer, and the drinking began.
then time for the anouncement and we all trouped back on stage - nelly won! (and steve). i am rapt for her, and him - though naturally i am biased toward nell, because she's cool and i always thought she'd win anyway.
we had a private after party (ooh, la-di-dah) on the balcony of the town hall, and when the bar closed there, we went to the spinning wheel, where i fulfilled two lifelong ambitions - expressing my disappointment to richard fidler at the axeing of 'race around the world' when i'd finally organised my passport; and thanking scod from tripod for 'rock eisteddfod', which i sang repeatedly throughout the day to calm my nerves, by singing it to him. into his ear.
now, lets talk about the raw comedy national finals. what a day!
mark dropped me off on the corner of collins and swanston on the way to his paintball game. there were already two seperate groups formed outside - the girls near the door, and the boys to the side. when we finally got in, we did paperwork and stuff first, before introducing ourselves and saying a bit about our acts. we broke for lunch, and on our return went to the greenroom. we had professional makeup artists do our faces, and it was only about three o'clock. i had the rather surreal experience of sitting in a makeup chair in a very small room with sarah applying my makeup while a tv cameraman held his camera barely two inches away from my face as his sound guy stood behind him with his big boom, no one saying a word the whole time. we all got interviewed, again with the cameras literally five centimeters in front of our faces, then we each went on stage to test out microphones and get a feel for the place. i must say i now realise that i wasn't totally comfortable at any point in the whole day.
when the program finally kicked off, everything happened so fast it was dizzying. people were being miked up and sent on one by one while the rest of us watched them on the monitors backstage, trying not to lapse into 'vegging on the couch' mode. i saw beck, al, naomi and meg on the monitors and started feeling a bit 'ooh-err' in the gut. before i knew it there was a radio mic clipped to my jeans and duct tape down my top, and i was standing in the wings. i heard what i thought was my name - and i walked out on to stage. grabbed the mic. said my first line.
all i can remember of the next five minutes is random thoughts like 'why aren't they laughing?', 'oh excellent, they're laughing', 'why aren't they laughing?', 'this was such a stupid idea', 'god that man has a large face', 'i'm fucked'. oh, and 'why aren't they laughing'.
i walked back to the green room totally dejected, and greeted the applause with 'yeah yeah, i need a beer'. adam gave me a high five and a hug, brett got me a beer, and the drinking began.
then time for the anouncement and we all trouped back on stage - nelly won! (and steve). i am rapt for her, and him - though naturally i am biased toward nell, because she's cool and i always thought she'd win anyway.
we had a private after party (ooh, la-di-dah) on the balcony of the town hall, and when the bar closed there, we went to the spinning wheel, where i fulfilled two lifelong ambitions - expressing my disappointment to richard fidler at the axeing of 'race around the world' when i'd finally organised my passport; and thanking scod from tripod for 'rock eisteddfod', which i sang repeatedly throughout the day to calm my nerves, by singing it to him. into his ear.
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