Performing with the Tragic Troubadours, I poemed and theatred at the crowds of people lining up to get into the ever popular Majestic tent, home of the Canberra Fringe Festival. Most members of the ambushed audience took kindly to words being flung at them. The Troubadours also performed a wildly successful play (penned by Bela) to a rowdy crowd of 400 headbanging gypsies between the sets of the Crooked Fiddle Band and Flap!.
I performed two blackboard sets at the Tantric Turtle chai tent (special mention to Lila, who endured 25 hours of silence designed to raise awareness of Invisible Children [African child soldiers]. Thanks for the chai and your words. Josh)
I also competed in the International Wear Pajamas Day edition of Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! (also in the Majestic) where my poem "My breakfast served the Khmer Rouge" was fed to the massed philistines who ate it up but were left with an unsatisfying taste of pun in their mouth.
