Procrastinatrix Extraordinaire

I should probably also mention the entertainment value of the trips between the car and the stadium as well. We, like many other people, parked on a paddock of some description, and made our way by foot as a great convoy along a 4WD/Riding for the Disabled track (I assume it's not used for both purposes at the same time?).

There were two little boys (aged maybe nine and seven) with their father walking behind us, and the older boy in particular was rather chatty and amusing. It was quite sweet to hear him talking about his legs shaking at the thought of "seeing those men for real!", and his buffering against disappointment - wondering whether they were going to be there, after all, or whether it was just a big video performance.

Then he went on to developing the idea of fairies, who instead of making cute tinkly noises when doing magic would burp.

(I wonder whether the fatherr got into any trouble later on, assuming the boys told their mother of Walliams' apology for all the sex and swearing - "Kids, we're fucking sorry")

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On the trip back it was of course dark, and about six of us tried to brave the track back to the cars (all the sensible people, it seems, just walked back along the road).

The men nobly lit the way with the blue screens of mobile phones, while us unacquainted lassies chatted away about keeping together to avoid the Blair Witch, and pondering our bush survival skills. It would apparantly be a three-day process to extract water out of a gum leaf using a plastic bag, and although we didn't really have anyone who could hunt kangaroo, we were fairly sure we would be able to cook one if we were so fortunate as to find a recently dead one. We had pretty much the same assessment of witchety grubs. It was fairly demoralising to realise that in the wild we would be lower in the foodchain than a magpie.

Of course we did end up a bit lost (there was a fork in the track), leading to all manner of hilarity. But we did get home in the end.

...well, Ben and I at least did. There may still be a couple brave travellers stuck there, Lord of the Flies-style, trying to hunt pigeons or maybe even a horse or two.

Hm, I think what Walliams did to his is puppetry enough for me. :-)

I'm probably more partial to unsuspeced penile appearances on stage (a phrase I never thought I'd say!) - building a whole show around genital controtions seems to just, um, *milk* the idea a bit much.;-)