Perth FringeWorld and Prompts

Hallo Punks!

Hope your new year has been going along at a good pace, and you haven't completely given up on all your fresh and excellent plans. I'm trying to do monthly resolutions, to give myself a better chance of sticking them out, with the only problem being that I sometimes don't notice when the month has finished. 

It's still January though (right?) so I don't have to worry yet! 

Thanks to everyone who has written nice things to me after coming to The Moth in Melbourne. I wasn't sure if I'd get up and tell a story until I got there, so it was very nice to win. (The winner of each Moth gets into the Grand Final in August, but I will be in Edinburgh for that month, so let's just pretend I would win that IF I were there, okay?). I have a recording of it, but I won't be allowed to put it out, because Radio National owns the copyright and I'm very law abiding in this way. It was good to remember that not all things need to be comedy (only most things!)

I'm in Perth for the FringeWorld, doing shows in a tent called the DeLuxe (it is a tent. How can a tent be Deluxe?) at 7 o'clock in the evening, which is conveniently much less insanely hot than most other o'clocks Perth has to offer. It's a very short run, which I find a little bit intimidating (no word of mouth) but I like Perth. It's a very friendly city full of impressive and interesting people. I saw a lady doing a poo up against a wall late last night, which I didn't even think was possible in terms of physics OR physically. I mean, gravity and biology ought to conspire... But she defied both. She was straight-legged, and folded over at the waist. I always thought free-range toilet posture was more in the knees, but you learn something new every day, and sometimes you can never forget the thing you learn. 

New Teacast out tonight with Sammy J. Hot Take Pod is more dependent on the movements of Ange, who is in the midst of producing acts for about three festivals. I keep hassling her though, so it will all be okay!

Here's my first response to the 'make Alice an ideas puppet' prompt for my Patreon people. This one's for Sam Streeter's prompt:

The monster under the bed had been evicted to make room for the other things. More important fears. When she was little, there had been a malevolent octopus, and something black with yellow eyes, but now there was an ab-machine ("folds right up!") and some Vogue magazines ("millionaire looks and celebrity homes!"). Hairspray, a set of curlers, and a straightening brush (all bases covered). Some dusty books (unread but worth pulling out if a bedroom guest came to be impressed). Condoms on top of Middlemarch and some Pop-Physics text or other. Sartre. All the factory production-line fears. What's a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness, compared with the thudding social pressures of perceived perfection? When she can't sleep at night, it's the ab-machine that swims in the darkness before her blind gaze. 

Love youse all. 

Chiz 

Alice