There goes another Adelaide Fringe! In the blink of an eye the city was transformed from inducing a comatosed yawn into a place where dreams come true, passion is ignited and Farmer’s Union iced coffee keeps everyone awake for a month. As always the Fringe was a busy time of year for me – I had the privilege to see nineteen comedy shows, all of which were fantastic and brilliant in their own ways.
This year the comedians stepped it up again with a range of brand new shows and (mostly) brand new material. I find it hard to decide on a stand out performer but Tommy Little and Sam Simmons are pretty close – both producing awesome shows! Honourable mentions go to Tom Gleeson and Celia Pacquola while also Sammy J and Bart Freebairn both deserve a mention due to looking the best in a suit and making the best pillow fort respectively.
Due to my Fringe addiction I was able to experience some of the less exciting parts that slowly mess with your head and your lack of sleep until you form a burning love for them and get severe withdrawals at the end of March. I’ll miss listening to people’s shitty conversations while waiting in line to see a show. I appreciate comedians more when I have to stand around for half an hour beforehand listening to some loud bogan from Adelaide who thunderously exclaims that people should pay for the pleasure of listening to their life story or knowledge on the act we’re about to see. Sometimes I think comedians put them there as a warm up act, just to accentuate quality comedy.
It kills me to say I already miss the familiar pain of cracking my knees into a ninety degree angle just to fit into my seat and the silent scream I want to unleash when I stand up after an hour of rubbing my knees on my ears, drilling my iliac bones into a wooden seat and having a large man behind me rape my lower back with his knees.
Despite the lack of sleep and dealing with people dawdling down Rundle Street, the Fringe is the best time of the year and the worst part is when it all comes to a close. Suddenly I have a lot more time, the redness slowly disappears from my eyes and I actually run out of excuses to ditch uni. The only remedy for this is to reminisce and get along to some weekly comedy at Adelaide’s best venue, the Rhino Room.
Only twelve months to wait until next Fringe, in the meantime – stay boring Adelaide!