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I’m gonna be a Crack!

I am so looking forward to this Friday. It’s my birthday, and I am performing with an all girl improv team from TheatreSports at the monthly Cracks Only show at The Baxter! I think that it’s a great way to celebrate my femaleness and agedness. It also counts as work, which I love doing on any celebration day.

Cracks Only is wickedly funny Marianne Thamm, delicious, quirky comedienne Anne Hirsch (one of our TS team too), clever, physical character comedy actor Shimmy Isaacs and brilliant actor Anthea Thompson (who is in Broken Glass at The Fugard at the moment so won’t be being a crack on Friday). Cracks Only normally have guests at their monthly performances and this Friday we are them! Tandi Buchan, Candice D’Arcy, Yve Pelser and I will be jumping into some testosterone free improv as the final act of the evening. Anything could happen.

I can’t wait! Tickets cost R100 and can be booked through Computicket. The show starts at 2130. I’d love to see you there.

All Cracked up!

I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to see Cracks, but last night Big Friendly and I finally got there and I had one of those best times of laughing my head off for over an hour.

This incarnation of Marianne Thamm’s on stage mid life crisis as performed by her, Anthea Thompson, Shimmy Isaacs and Anne Hirsch is at On Broadway, which used to be the New Space which was not a theatre for a long time after it stopped being the old Space.

Cracks In The City is comedy. There is stand-up (mostly Anne and Shimmy), sit down and demonstration comedy by host Marianne, character and song by mistress of transformation Anthea, and even funny recorded sketches. Marianne is one of the funniest people I know and she has this completely wacky, very fast delivery of material that is bizarre, original and quite mental. She is a fantastic emcee and host for the evening. Anthea’s character, a lopsided breasted old stinker, who has a bit of a habit dispensing and taking pharmaceuticals is hilarious, and her singer who sings a dirty little song had me weeping. Anne Hirsch does a fresh young stand-up routine, my favourite part being the Sokkie sucks; you have to see it. Then Shimmy does a warm, delicious combination of stand-up and sketch which is local and totally lekker. I particularly smaaked her gangster dance/fight routine.

The most hilarious moment of the show (and one I will never, ever forget) is a visual one, virtually impossible to describe here (but you know me, I’m going to give it a bash!). Anthea’s old lady is doing the most bizarre sequence of ‘eye’ tests on a hapless male volunteer from the audience (last night’s man was this tall, grinning stick of embarrassment) and suddenly, after placing him in the right position on stage she gallimpses towards him with a chart that he needs to read. It is so fast. And weird. And totally, completely beyond anything. I thought I was going to suffer a physical ailment myself from that lopsided speed assault on that poor man.

Obviously some stuff is more funny than others, and each audience member will have their favourite favourite. Four completely different cracks on stage. I was jealous, but in a good way. All I wanted was to be a crack. And I am one! Hau!

A tiny footnote must be added. What’s with the shabby little venue downstairs? Big Friendly and I went down there after the show to wait to say thanks to the cast and the lights were on bright, there was no music, a programme called ‘teen mom’ was on the big screen TV, but Big Friendly thought it was called ‘Please change the lamp’ because that was the display message on the screen, we weren’t offered a drink (in fact I don’t even know if there were wait staff around) and it felt a bit like being in a hospital waiting room. Which is not a good thing to feel after an amazing, funny show that makes you want to hang around afterwards and drink and talk and laugh. What gives?

Cracks In the City is on at On Broadway until the 27 November.

The Sunday Times

Here is a copy of the letter I sent to The Sunday Times after Marianne Thamm warned us that the one page of arts stuff is going to be reduced to one review and a listing. It would be great if we could all mobilise against this.

Dear Editor
It has been brought to the attention of the art fraternity that The Sunday Times will be reducing the national coverage of the arts from its current one page to one review and a listing. For many in South Africa I am sure this will have no impact whatsoever, but for those of us in the arts it comes as a huge, huge blow, and will be the difference between buying the Sunday Times or not.
I understand the reality that the arts in general, and arts reporting in particular, is niche in South Africa, and that The Sunday Times appeals to a huge and wide audience, but that one page of art reviews and listings brings together the arts from all over the country. We get a chance to feel part of a broader arts community, see what our friends (in my case up North) are up to. We get to feel, for one day, that our work is valuable and valued. Also, we get to feel that, amongst the twenty pages of sport, fifty pages of business and many pages of celebrity skandaal, we have a teeny but important place in The Sunday Times.
You have no idea how important this is. When I appeared in The Sunday Times arts review page (once or twice a long time ago) my family and friends passed this info along a grapevine that extends way past the borders of this country. Surely the value of that must work both ways; we get publicity and acknowledgement and you get to sell more newspapers. That’s the idea isn’t it?
Maybe I’m missing something but it would be great to know what deserves that one page more than us, the struggling, yet totally determined and passionate arts world of this country?
Please, please reconsider and leave us our one page.

So that was my letter. I am sure that the more they get the stronger the cause. Send yours to

Are South Africans that dof?

I have finally realised that if I want to be in a foul mood all week, then all I have to do is read the long, completely bullshit, shockingly spelled, grammatically retarded, sad, humourless and garbled vitriol that are the comments left by online readers.

I enjoy reading Chris McEvoy and Marianne Thamm a lot. Their columns appear regularly on News 24, and Chris’s writing is acerbic, often self-deprecating, topical and very funny. Marianne is plain very, very clever and totally hilarious. Both of them are not afraid to use a most misunderstood tool; irony. Unfortunately, this is just too hard for online readers to recognise. They don’t get that these articles are not news but opinions. They don’t get the jokes. They don’t get the point. It makes me totally hysterical.

Yesterday I read Chris’s new article on Big Friendly’s recommendation. He also told me to look at the comments. I promise you; it was a very bad idea. Nobody understands what columnists are actually doing when they write. I can’t even get specific. Literally every comment told Chris what an arsehole he was and how the ANC was dragging the country to hell.

One of the other favourites of comment leavers is to rage bitterly against limp, left wingers; you know, them being such strong…er…conservatives? Moral high grounders? Racists?

Update: Chris’s article that caused the comments that caused the moan here

Women’s day whine

So today is the public holiday dedicated to women, where men get the day off and the open stores are full to the brim with, yep, female shop assistants. WTF? Actually, yesterday was Women’s day, but today is the day that everyone (except the women who have to work, which includes me) gets off. Bamboozling.

We are off to a latish start; it’s raining and we need to walk the dogs. Then I’m coming home to try and finish writing my script for a deadline at the end of the week. We are supposed to be performing TheatreSports tonight (did anyone see our fab review in the Sunday Times by Marianne Thamm?) but the weather and the public hol might keep people away. I propose all women and men come tonight. Some of us players are women. Some are men. Etc.

Well done Sunday Slimes

How happy was I to discover a whole new page dedicated to the arts in the Sunday Times review section? And what’s more the theatre review is written by the amazing theatre critic Marianne Thamm. And then there’s even small reviews down the side! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Bravo Sunday Times. Bravo.

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