On Monday I woke up at 6:30am, and as it was my day off, decided to have a cup of tea, and go back to bed – it was far too early to be awake I next woke up at 2pm, slightly later than expected, but I felt pretty good after it, so then got up. I had absolutely nothing planned for the day, and when Toni came home from work she said there was a BBQ at someone from work’s flat. And so that seemed to fill up my day. We went to Woolworths (food shop, not Woolies!) and got some cheese and beer to take along – the staples at any BBQ?! And then we wasted the rest of the afternoon doing not a lot, and got ready to go, It wasn’t far, and was in fact just up the road, and when we got there we quickly realised that this apartment was in a different league from our one – and I thought a camera on the entry-phone system was fancy! It was a huge 2-story, glass fronted, beautiful flat, with a TV the size of Britain, and a lovely little garden area. Kinda shat all over ours, and we had 5 people crammed into it! So the rest of the night was spent drinking and eating and chatting with everyone, until it came to the early hours of the next day, and we said our goodbyes and left. On our way home however we decided o have one more drink a the ‘The Stag’ – which seemed to be pretty gross, but it was on our way home, so it won out of convenience. When we had walked the further 200 metres to our flat I had had just the right amount of alcohol to make me tired, so swiftly went to bed.
Once again I had a day off (I could get used to this!) and was glad that I didn’t wake up at 6am again, and woke up at a semi-respectable 11am, but feeling slightly worse for wear. I had made plans to go and see some shows in the evening, so pottered about in the afternoon not doing a lot apart from drinking tea, and doing some writing, and trying to feel slightly better. At the critical time I was meant to be going to shows I decided to call Hannah for a quick chat, and I should have known better, and my ‘quick chat’ turned into a 2 hour phone call! Oooops! So once I got all of the gossip from her side of the world, I headed over to the site, with enough time to go and see one show, and possibly two. I just made it in time to see Mickey D, who used to host the Phat Cave in Edinburgh, but hadn’t been back for years, ad, as I used to love him, thought it was worth a go. And I didn’t expect it to be as tame and dull as it was. One of his crowning moments in Edinburgh, in my humble opinion, was when he managed to pull his testicles over his waistband, and I have to say, I laughed, pretty bloody hard! But, since then something very important has happened to him, he sobered up and became a Dad. A sure-fire way for you to become a mediocre comedian! Oooh, harsh! Instead of going to the Wau Wau sisters I instead opted to go and eat Olly Bolly’s – amazing Dutch doughnuts, and much better than our rubbish ones! Anyway, I still had ages to go and see the Wau Wau’s anyway, and I wasn’t overly keen really, but I shall see it at some point. And then I ha a crap night’s sleep.
I woke up feeling I had barely slept, always nice, and to the smell of frying sausages – yuck! Disgusting as it was for a wake up call it did finally force me and Will to go shopping and buy some food, and so we made the important journey. When we got back we treated ourselves to an egg roll, and it was so nice to cook something, even if it was just an egg, I ate it on a plate, and it felt quite special! Work was work really. Sitting in a box, with someone who was starting to annoy me more and more. It was one of those nights that you end up thinking about the money you are making.
The next day at work was just as tedious – I’m not even sure if I was meant to be there, but I was on the rota, and wasn’t going to give up a night’s pay, so I sat in the box and did very little. It was at this point, whilst checking my emails that I took a proper look at my pay-slip for that week, and realised I was getting taxed almost half of my pay. Not exactly what I needed. And so I went to try and find the finance lady. This led to us looking through all of my paperwork to try and figure out what had happened. It’s a good job it was a quiet night at work! In the end I was given the phone number of the tax office, and was sent away, not exactly happy. And then it started to rain.
The next morning it was still raining, and it was like a tropical downpour that hadn’t stopped all night. For this reason Will was called into work at some obscene time in the morning because the site was flooding. Hurray! And so for the afternoon I just watched the rain, I ventured out to get food at some point in the afternoon, and went to the closest place! By the time I got to work the whole site was starting to look pretty worse for wear, and the creek had been sand-bagged around the tents, but it still seemed to be rising. There was also no power in the box office – not great. However, because there were so many other things also going wrong at the same time we were pretty low on the priority list, and so with nothing to do, sat about and chatted, and started our feast which was going to continue throughout the night. Course 1 was coffee and a cookie. Funnily enough, it was a very quiet night at work that night, considering the rain still hadn’t stopped. Sadly, it was also the day that the big, start of fringe, parade was scheduled, and had to be cancelled. So, the mad night we were all expecting didn’t happen, and it was all a big of an anti-climax. Everyone had been saying that it was going to be absolutely rammed, and is the name night which Will had his finger bitten 3 years ago – I was expecting big things. Instead I sat in my box, watched the rain, and more importantly, the creek rise, and ate a disgusting amount of bad food. My excuse is that it gave me something to do for 7 hours!
On Saturday I was back to my day-shift, and it seemed to have pretty much rained itself out, and everything was starting to dry out. I had my usual Saturday, and it seemed pretty relaxed, apart form a few points, and despite my lack of a break, apart from to go to the loo, and grab some food, and go back to my box. It was actually very nice. And then it was ruined, when the other girl came in an hour early to check my till to see if I had the right money. This didn’t annoy me at all. And I really didn’t feel like punching her in the face. Not at all. Turns out, I was bang on, down to the last cent! Ha! The next drama for the night was that the box office system broke. .Thank god that by this point the other girl had come in to cover the Saturday night, and I got to run away from the chaos early, and swiftly went to the bar to get my knock-off drink. Throughout the day I had somehow managed to agree to spend my evening babysitting. I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but somehow it did, so I quickly went back to the flat to change, and ended up having a beer on the balcony with one of the people staying there. And then I dragged myself back to site, but not to go and see my list of shows, but instead loo after three kids! Ahhh! But, when I arrived, I was instantly by calmed down by the fact there was a circle of people sitting and drinking wine, and I was quickly offered some. So I spent the next while swapping between sitting drinking wine from a plastic glass, and running around the caravans with the kids. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Then two of the kids went to sleep, and everything was made much easier, despite the rest of the adults disappearing. One child seemed much easier to look after, and as their Dad was watching the sleeping two we went off to explore site. This resulted in me being in a giant inflatable ball, whilst on water, and desperately trying to stand up. I had seen them before at the ice-rink, but never wanted to get inside them, but it seemed like the coolest thing in the world to an 8 year old, so there I was. When I got out Will was there waiting, and it seemed that I had missed lots of calls from various people, who were al trying to find out where we were. Ooops! Stupid phone! And so we went back to the caravan which was their temporary bedroom, and they all finally fell asleep after briefly waking up, and then I got to just lie and stare at the stars on a bean bag, and make sure the kids didn’t run away – seemed pretty easy, they were all asleep! I also saw a possum up close, and they are awesome, apart from their terrible noise!! Terrifying if you are almost asleep and have no idea what the hell it is! A while later I got the joy of being pissed on by a three year old. Lovely! She woke up, I gave her a hug, and then felt a warm trickling down my leg. A strange sensation, when you have to try and figure out if you are wetting yourself without realizing it. Thank god it was the child! So, after doing the best I could in the situation, which ended up with the little one wearing one of the crew t-shirts – she did look pretty cute though! After that little bit of excitement, thankfully their parents came back, and I was relieved of my duties. Thank god! And so that’s how I spent my Saturday night!
Another Sunday shift – much the same as before, not much to do in the grand scheme of things, but there were points during the day I was busy. But it did give me a chance to decide what I was going to go to that night, having access to how well shows are doing can be very useful sometimes, but, as it was a Sunday, nothing was really looking too busy, much to my advantage. I was feeling slightly over the festival already, which wasn’t good, as there are still a few more weeks to go, so I decided to get back into the spirit, and went to see a couple of favourites – The Boy With Tape on His Face, and Sammy J & Randy. And they were both absolutely fantastic. The Boy With Tape on His Face truly is such an amazing artist, and the fact he can keep the attention of 200 people, for an hour, without talking is incredible to watch. Plus, he can fit himself through a tennis racket, so gets my vote! As I was waiting to go into Sammy J I was asked by a man if I had a lighter, and so I pulled it out of my pocket, and gave it to him, and he turned around, walked about six foot, lit something, which wasn’t a cigarette, and then came back and gave it to me. It was at this point he offered me ‘A Bomb’ – I had no idea what this was, and my face must have been pretty stupid, and he went on to explain it – when you inject cocaine up your nose, and then night it. I wasn’t even sure how this was possible, but apparently it only lasts an hour, and doesn’t give you a come-down. Somehow I managed to decline this offer, and went to watch my show.
And that has been another week in Adelaide, I really have to go to the zoo at some point – they have pandas!!
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