Perth – Day 3

Day 3 in Perth. Struggling to maintain calm at the most irritating backpacker hostel in the southern hemisphere. Judging by the amount of Red Foo blasting through the corridors, I’m seemingly the only one staying here with a pair of headphones and a sense of decorum. Even while writing this I’m grinding my teeth in frustration as a man who looks like 5 dads mashed together sits behind my laptop, staring at me while he open-mouth slops up a plate of cold spaghetti.
This pasta slurping golem in particular has earned my ire because every room I’ve entered he’s already occupying, adjusting a pair of football socks that always matches his singlet. It’s like being haunted by some omnipresent, carbo-loading football dad. Even this morning when I returned from a show at 2am he was sitting in the lounge room pulling on a pair of sky blue tube socks to match his powder blue wife beater. At this point I’m not even sure he’s real. I haven’t slept more than 2 hours without a Red Foo interruption and by now I’m more than willing to believe I’m in some kind of budget Overlook Hotel where this restless spirit is doomed to wander the hallways, grunting and pulling up his hosiery every 5 metres until the sun rises and he morphs back into the mould on the walls.

Sydney – Day 3

Day 3 in Sydney. Dropped my toothpaste tube down an open drain in the bathroom this morning. Friendly American named Mike saw the mishap and graciously let me borrow a dollop of his Sensodyne. After breakfast I returned to the building to find all of the sinks in the shared bathroom are now taped off for repairs. I’m almost entirely certain that this is just a coincidence and nothing to do with my rogue Colgate, but nonetheless, I still feel a nagging urge to track down my American Mike and see if he’s a squealer.
I don’t want to snap-assess, but it’s easy to judge a man’s fortitude when all you know about him is his teeth sensitivity, and I can’t have this man, with constitution as weak as his enamel, buckling like a belt and ratting me out for fucking the pipes 3 days into a 7 day booking.

New Dates – Brisbane + Sydney

Fresh Meat is done and dusted. Thank you to those who came and enjoyed the shows. They were strange, violent and hilarious. I have no interest in reviving the show as a serial project but I might bring it back as a one off next year if I feel the urge again.

New show dates for Brisbane and Sydney are now available.
I’ve been cowardly putting off a run through Sydney for about 4 years but, through gritted teeth, I sent enough emails to strangers to organise a full run at the end of July. Dates and venues in the Shows page.