So I've come to the end of the Adelaide Fringe. I feel like it's been an odd journey - having been grieving for so long had the side effect of making me feel quite numb to the ups and down of performance life. The highs and lows. This festival I've been up and down at the whims of audiences from one night to the next or from one show to the next. Which is objectively dumb. I tell myself (at least) that I don't want to be serving up comedy that everyone enjoys - that it's impossible to please everyone and if you get close, you're unlikely to be doing anything interesting. I tell myself that I would like to be doing challenging things, and that challenges make some people uncomfortable - that my true audience are engaged and smart people who want to wrestle ideas by my side. Part of the time I believe that. Usually I feel that audiences enjoy my show. But sometimes when there's one face in the audience who is resolutely set against you - or someone who's listening to the wrong words or doesn't like a topic for a joke, all I want to do is make them happy. Not the people who like me, but the people who don't. I wish I could leave everyone happy and full of light and joy. Then sometimes there's a drunk idiot ranting about something completely off the wall and you think. Nah. On the bright side, I made James Nokise join me in pretending to be Brendon Burns by drawing a bruise on our legs and making Brendonisms on stage. So, that's something everyone can enjoy.