3:00 pm - Sunday 19th April 2015
The stairs up to The Joint were working, albeit only the ones that led up to the venue, not the ones that lead down.
For the first time I didn’t get a seat in the front row, but managed to get one in the third where I could get a clear view of the stage for the most part, next to the sound desk.
This was the final recorded show of The Little Dum Dum Club podcast for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival 2015, although there would be the DrunkCast™ later in the evening.
Today’s podcast was epic for its guests and why everyone should be buying season passes to podcast shows at the MICF. I had bought a season pass for $60 which means each show cost $15, plus a ticket gives you access to the DrunkCast™ should you wish it.
On Sunday joining Karl Chandler and Tommy Dassalo were; Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake and Adam Hills. Plus Dilruk Jayasinha dropped in near the end.
Wil Anderson’s show sells for $35 plus alone. Yes he’s not performing his show at The Little Dum Dum Club. Instead what all the guests are being is improvisational, being comedians, in front of an audience.
Also included in the price of any ticket is entry to the DrunkCast™, the final unrecorded Little Dum Dum Club. I went last year. I elected not to go this year.
In part because it’s freezing tonight in Melbourne. I also had no other shows to see tonight so didn’t fancy the 6 hour wait between when the Dum Dum Club finished and around 10:15 pm - 10:20 pm when the DrunkCast™ would begin. Also where The Joint is isn’t the nicest part of Melbourne, the bottom end of Elizabeth Street isn’t entirely nice during the day.
There’s also my dislike of roudy drunk people. I am a person who can drink maybe 2 ciders and think ‘yep that’s enough for me’.
Plus having driven up to the city I’m not going to get drunk.
Also, by the end of last year’s DrunkCast™ it began to feel like a comedy hostage situation with Gary Chook holding everyone in to tell his racist jokes to.
From what @DumDumClub have tweeted it seems they’ve hit the limit for people going to the DrunkCast™ anyway, so me not going gave one extra person the ability to get in, while I’m sat at home with my feet in ugg boots and my hands wrapped around a mug of tea.
The final recorded podcast of the MICF was amazing, super funny, and brilliant just to see that many comedians together.
Being dickheads.
The stairs up to The Joint were working, albeit only the ones that led up to the venue, not the ones that lead down.
For the first time I didn’t get a seat in the front row, but managed to get one in the third where I could get a clear view of the stage for the most part, next to the sound desk.
This was the final recorded show of The Little Dum Dum Club podcast for the Melbourne International Comedy Festival 2015, although there would be the DrunkCast™ later in the evening.
Today’s podcast was epic for its guests and why everyone should be buying season passes to podcast shows at the MICF. I had bought a season pass for $60 which means each show cost $15, plus a ticket gives you access to the DrunkCast™ should you wish it.
On Sunday joining Karl Chandler and Tommy Dassalo were; Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake and Adam Hills. Plus Dilruk Jayasinha dropped in near the end.
Wil Anderson’s show sells for $35 plus alone. Yes he’s not performing his show at The Little Dum Dum Club. Instead what all the guests are being is improvisational, being comedians, in front of an audience.
Also included in the price of any ticket is entry to the DrunkCast™, the final unrecorded Little Dum Dum Club. I went last year. I elected not to go this year.
In part because it’s freezing tonight in Melbourne. I also had no other shows to see tonight so didn’t fancy the 6 hour wait between when the Dum Dum Club finished and around 10:15 pm - 10:20 pm when the DrunkCast™ would begin. Also where The Joint is isn’t the nicest part of Melbourne, the bottom end of Elizabeth Street isn’t entirely nice during the day.
There’s also my dislike of roudy drunk people. I am a person who can drink maybe 2 ciders and think ‘yep that’s enough for me’.
Plus having driven up to the city I’m not going to get drunk.
Also, by the end of last year’s DrunkCast™ it began to feel like a comedy hostage situation with Gary Chook holding everyone in to tell his racist jokes to.
From what @DumDumClub have tweeted it seems they’ve hit the limit for people going to the DrunkCast™ anyway, so me not going gave one extra person the ability to get in, while I’m sat at home with my feet in ugg boots and my hands wrapped around a mug of tea.
The final recorded podcast of the MICF was amazing, super funny, and brilliant just to see that many comedians together.
Being dickheads.