Now, just to clarify, for those of you that wondered where I'd mysteriously shipped my Mother off to in the last blog, she was actually still in Adelaide at the time, but I'd thought it better for both of us if i sent her off to stay in the hills with the oldies and left us youngies in town to do what we do best... drink.
So anyway, that was a few days ago and it is now Saturday, the morning after out winery show.. and what a show.. in fact, I'm going to break tradition and put in a second photo... this one shows Captain Funk (and I) squished into the disabled toilets and baby changing room that was our make-shift dressing room. We were in fits of giggles and slightly freaked out at the prospect of walking into the centre of the art gallery - come - restaurant where the people were happily eating and suddenly putting on a show. It felt a bit medieval jester. anyway, here's Gumpy:
The show turned out surprisingly well; I'd go as far as saying our best so far. I loved the sense of space and the staircase that I used like I was permanently singing 'hey big spender'. The modest older (what is it with Miss K and oldies??!!!) crowd absolutely loved it and said some very very nice things that we've both decided to take back home with us and drink a bottle of celebratory bottle of wine through along with an entire block of cheese! And so now I sit, with my stomach rumbling in anticipation of the massive fry-up Brian and Leonie are preparing in lieu of tonight's Mylor show. Last year, the hall was packed and my merchandise case was empty of undies by the end of the night so here's hoping for a similar outcome. Tomorrow we play our final and most anticipated of our shows..... Boardertown!!! If you don't here from me again, then I'd say a stray beer bottle got through the chicken wire and hit me in the head. It was do doubt meant to be a compliment from the toothless punter who had no idea what I was on about but liked my shoes but none the less, it killed the K and Captain Funk is now in hiding somewhere west of Horsham too traumatised by the experience to face coming home... so here's hoping anyway!