My second blog from the Adelaide Fringe for Daily Review is up now, featuring pictures like this one (with very little explanation). You can always hear the audio of me receiving the nicest heckle ever and the sounds of a lady in the distance being sexually pleasured.
@TomCBallard Sorry to hear that you’ve turned into a concrete parking pole, I was looking forward to your show! pic.twitter.com/HZTtZ0pM5u
— Madi Stroomer (@madistroomer) February 17, 2015
Throughout the comedy festival season I’m blogging for Crikey’s arts site, the Daily Review.
You can read my first entry from the Adelaide Fringe here, featuring audio of a 12-year-old in my audience on Saturday night.
Lately I’ve been getting a few questions from journalists and some folks on twitter about the fate of Reality Check in 2015 and I figure I owe it to fans (and hey, even haters) of the show to let y’all know what’s going on.
Unfortunately we won’t be back this year. It’s a real bummer but I can hardly complain about getting to host my own show that I’m very proud of for an entire season. Thank you so much to every single one of you out there who tuned in every week and let us know how much you enjoyed it, whether you were a reality tragic and loved finding out about all the inner workings of the genre or if you despised it all and enjoyed us taking the piss.
I’d also like to thank the incredible team at CJZ for putting their trust in me and working so hard to make the show happen; writers Richard Thorp, Sophie Braham and Ben Pobjie; Jon Casimir, Sophia Zachariou and everyone at ABC TV and of course, the amazing and generous panellists who were so willing to tell fascinating stories about the industry and laugh at themselves.
Obviously, the biggest thanks goes to my BFF Brynne Edelsten.
If you want to hear Dicko‘s voice again, check out my podcast interview with him here.
And because it wouldn’t be a blog post without a plug for my stand up, remember I’m touring my new show Taxis & Rainbows & Hatred all over the place, details here.
Here’s to the good, overly dramatic times…
On Monday nights I like to watch the ABC’s Q&A program.
This week during the show I tweeted this:
The only way to watch #qandapic.twitter.com/RqmBTMbGnL
— Tom Ballard (@TomCBallard) February 9, 2015
And then, wouldn’t you know it, people responded with stuff like this:
@TomCBallard cat still here but the dog has left the room pic.twitter.com/CudNDlv1sX
— Team Lottie Schnauze (@LottieSchnauzer) February 9, 2015
and this:
@TomCBallard pic.twitter.com/2CPHC5Nw1v
— Emma (@emylee7) February 9, 2015
And from there it just got better and better and Buzzfeed even did a thing about it which you can check out here if you fancy.
Soooooo good.
Children’s illustrator Claire Richards is putting on this lovely exhibition at the Urban Cow Studio in Adelaide during the Fringe called Funny Bunnies in which she’s illustrating comedians as children.
She very kindly asked me to be involved and this is what we came up with:
HOLY SHIT YOU WANT TO ADOPT ME RIGHT????
If you’re in Adelaide and would like to check out some gold like this, here’s the exhibition’s Facebook event.
It’s a February night in 2014 and I am travelling on a packed tram through the Adelaide CBD with a helium-filled representation of male genitalia on my head.
Let me explain.
You can read the full thing on indaily here.
And to hear me talk about such things live on stage with more swear words, check out the dates for my new show Taxis & Rainbows & Hatred here.
Last year my mate Tommy Dassalo and I cheekily stole some hard cash from SBS Comedy and made a pilot for a web series.
She’s out next week so keep an eye out or even both of them.
Please sign the petition here.
Dear Tom,
Please put down that “sandwich” of toasted bread and tomato sauce* and listen to me.
Firstly, I’m sorry that this message from the future isn’t too glitzy. I imagine it’s a bit disappointing that your future self is communicating to you via a letter; generally you want your messages from the future to be delivered via a hologram or a robot or something. Future you (aka me) is doing okay, but we’ve all got our budgets, particularly in this economy.
By the end of this year you will finish Year 12 with a high score (that’s not quite as high as your brother’s was), you will turn 18, you will not go on Schoolies because it clashes with musical theatre camp and you will audition for the top acting courses in the country and not get into any of them.
You will not even get a call-back from NIDA even though you thought the man running the auditions liked the look of you (don’t flatter yourself, honey).
Read the rest on Junkee here.
