A late-arriving crowd managed to pack out the main room at the classic this Monday. A big juicy lineup of 11 acts, MC’d by the well-versed Rhys Mathewson. I have started to recognise a few faces in the crowd, some of regular audience members, and some performers, not so subtly checking out the competition. The evening kicked off well. An interesting front row led the MC to get gently brainwashed, before receiving the revelation that he’s no sexual threat. We learnt some interesting things about Invercargill, and there was a little bit of flashing-talk.
Our opening act was a bit of a cold-starter, though it was evident he wasn’t a fan of the tardiness of the audience. He delivered a good speech, which the final third of the audience, who tried to sneak in well after the lights went down, could do with hearing. It’s a shame he was on first, and most of them missed it.