I've been taking a breather...

Had you noticed? I haven't blogged about anything for the past month, because quite frankly, I didn't have much to blog about. I mean, I could have written about the night I drunkenly decided to start inventing details, characters and a history for a Melbourne branch of the Torchwood Institute after listening to James Goss' excellent Torchwood: Golden Age radio play; or how I faced the couple-world that is Ikea to buy new bookshelves, but such events didn't strike me as particularly blog-worthy.

But now, all that's changed.

No, I won't be telling you how I bravely sneaked past the Single Police who guard the borders of Ikea, where lone homos without partners, such as myself, who dare to enter are shot on sight as pair-bonded hetero and homo couples watch on cooing and arguing over matching tableware named after small Danish streams. Though I might, if you're very lucky, one day reveal the secret location of the Torchwood Institute (Melbourne branch) circa 1912 and details of the curious individuals who staff it - assuming that is that I ever get around to writing up my drunken notes into something ressembling a radio play, a novel or even a campaign for a Torchwood-inspired riff on the Call of Cthulhu roleplaying game.

No, the reason that my blog is coming out of a month of hibernation is because the 2009 Melbourne Fringe Festival is now officially underway! Hurrah! All across Melbourne, over 4000 independent artists and theatre-makers and comedians and creative sorts of every description are mounting exhibitions and performances in theatres and galleries, laneways and store rooms. I've already seen five shows at the Fringe since Wednesday, and I have at least another 30 booked between now and October 11, when the festival ends.

Blogging about the wonderful range of shows I have seen and will see more of will commence shortly. Probably tomorrow. First there's this pesky, minor matter called the AFL Grand Final that I have to watch first...

But you - yes, YOU - should book yourself a ticket to a Fringe show immediately. Well, unless you live in Scotland or Sweden or somewhere like that of course. In which case you're excused. On with the show!