I like the Rocky Horror Show. The energy and chaos and liberation, of course, but also the alienation, the dissolution, the death. My favourite character has always been Columbia I think, which no doubt says something about me, without the handy portability of a meme.

Our friend B is in town, and has never seen it on stage, so we went off to the new production last night. It was indeed full of energy and detail (more so than the Jason Donovan version, back in the late 90s), and a great night out. The relentless pace and tendency to shout the dialogue left some of the sense behind -- but after all the dissolution and death we got the chance to do the Time Warp again, and by God we did.

Apparently there was some technical hitch, in that the role of Janet lost not only the listed actress, but both understudies. I can't remember her name, but the woman who stepped in did it perfectly (I'm sure finding someone who knows the lines is not a big problem. The relatively intricate choreography more so). Meanwhile, Rocky was like a big goofy Shane Warne on steroids, which seems scarily appropriate.

Afterwards (in a story ripped from the headlines, as they say), we were witness to a street brawl at our local train station. Some guy was being kicked in the head. I guess it was ANZAC day; don't dream it, be it. Yah.