Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Free Speech
This is a short one, cos I live in Australia, where they have the right to censor anything they like and hardly anyone knows it. dont believe me?- check it out. That said, I have a big mouth. So, if I should die of anything, be very, very suspicious. Especially if its one of those suicides where I shoot myself in the head. Twice. Or a plane crash, automobile accident, or murder. Hell, even if it looks like natural causes! In fact, its amazing how short the life expectancy is of people with big mouths. Just saying.
I finally do a good show and, guess what, it's the Aflockalypse!
I've been arduously trudging uphill, in high heels, through what can only be described as an odyssey for quite some time now, and although I'm sure I've looked fabulous all the way, the blisters and assorted foot damage has been hell. I was, therefore, ever so excited when I heard Championship Wrestling Australia was performing at good old Mounties! (mount Pritchard community club, for those who don't know, and probably aren't that interested, but it's good to have the details, isn't it?)
Back in the day, as we tend to say these days, but never said when it actually was back in the day, Mounties was where I performed with ACW (Australian championship wrestling) every school holidays and I was surprised to find I had fond memories of the place. The rickety three flights of stairs, the buzz coming from the auditorium and infecting backstage with anticipatory adrenalin. The checking of makeup and costumes in overcrowded mirrors, running around to sort out who is doing what spots. Larry M and Trevor S, doing their thing, and the regulars, who show up at mounties almost religiously.
It'd been ten years or more since I'd been in that auditorium, and it felt like I'd never left. Years fell away. Sure, in true clubland manner, they've refurbished, they've glitzed the joint up, and added some new fancy-pants technology, but the heart of it was the same. Same faces, in and out of the ring. Just imagine what a trip it was to look into the audience, and see the women who, ten years ago were teenagers, and now they're women, with children of their own, and they're still coming. Free entertainment, you just can't beat it.
So after a minimum of fuss and bother, I went out there and did a match with Niki Nitro, and FTW!, I really enjoyed the match, and I'm not afraid to say that it's the first one that I've really enjoyed doing in, geez, I don't know how long. Sure, there was room for improvement, but we fulfilled our brief, and left happy. If anyone who was on that show should happen to glance upon these words, I thank you. I cant say if it was the venue, the people I was working with, the day or the crowd (and what a crowd! woohoo!), but I had an amazing time from beginning to end.
So I left on top of the world, and trudged off to the bus stop. Yeah, didn't want to bore you earlier with tales of woe and broken down Mercedes, and the bus just doesn't come. After an hour i can feel my back burning in the blinding urban sun, so I call a cab, and ask to be delivered to cabramatta station. All is going to plan when I reach the station and discover that there ARE NO TRAINS! Kinda defeats the purpose of a train station, doesn't it? All was not lost however, and I got a bus to parramatta, changed to a west bound train, and then got another bus, all of which doesn't sound like a big deal, but, when I finally got home and saw the news! Hundreds of birds dropping out the sky? Dead? Hello? Just a bit spooky?
Sure, you can blame it on fireworks, or natural causes, or even alien interference or bird suicide pacts http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/world/mysterious-bird-deaths-in-sweden-add-to-unexplained-finds-in-us-new-zealand/story-e6frf7lf-1225982852074, but if you ask any right wing nutter worth their salt, they'll tell you. Its a sign that the end is near, its the AFLOCKALYPSE! and just when I'd had a good show.
Back in the day, as we tend to say these days, but never said when it actually was back in the day, Mounties was where I performed with ACW (Australian championship wrestling) every school holidays and I was surprised to find I had fond memories of the place. The rickety three flights of stairs, the buzz coming from the auditorium and infecting backstage with anticipatory adrenalin. The checking of makeup and costumes in overcrowded mirrors, running around to sort out who is doing what spots. Larry M and Trevor S, doing their thing, and the regulars, who show up at mounties almost religiously.
It'd been ten years or more since I'd been in that auditorium, and it felt like I'd never left. Years fell away. Sure, in true clubland manner, they've refurbished, they've glitzed the joint up, and added some new fancy-pants technology, but the heart of it was the same. Same faces, in and out of the ring. Just imagine what a trip it was to look into the audience, and see the women who, ten years ago were teenagers, and now they're women, with children of their own, and they're still coming. Free entertainment, you just can't beat it.
So after a minimum of fuss and bother, I went out there and did a match with Niki Nitro, and FTW!, I really enjoyed the match, and I'm not afraid to say that it's the first one that I've really enjoyed doing in, geez, I don't know how long. Sure, there was room for improvement, but we fulfilled our brief, and left happy. If anyone who was on that show should happen to glance upon these words, I thank you. I cant say if it was the venue, the people I was working with, the day or the crowd (and what a crowd! woohoo!), but I had an amazing time from beginning to end.
So I left on top of the world, and trudged off to the bus stop. Yeah, didn't want to bore you earlier with tales of woe and broken down Mercedes, and the bus just doesn't come. After an hour i can feel my back burning in the blinding urban sun, so I call a cab, and ask to be delivered to cabramatta station. All is going to plan when I reach the station and discover that there ARE NO TRAINS! Kinda defeats the purpose of a train station, doesn't it? All was not lost however, and I got a bus to parramatta, changed to a west bound train, and then got another bus, all of which doesn't sound like a big deal, but, when I finally got home and saw the news! Hundreds of birds dropping out the sky? Dead? Hello? Just a bit spooky?
Sure, you can blame it on fireworks, or natural causes, or even alien interference or bird suicide pacts http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/world/mysterious-bird-deaths-in-sweden-add-to-unexplained-finds-in-us-new-zealand/story-e6frf7lf-1225982852074, but if you ask any right wing nutter worth their salt, they'll tell you. Its a sign that the end is near, its the AFLOCKALYPSE! and just when I'd had a good show.
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