In which Ceiridwen relates a little too much with Muppets: Item 35
Sometimes the universe aligns and Avenue Q, which you’ve been wanting to see for years, is on in Sydney while you’re there for the weekend anyway, and your parents agree to buy you a ticket for your birthday. And then you get to go and sit in a dark theatre for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon and giggle at the Muppets singing about porn and racism and the fact that BAs are freaking useless degrees, all the while thinking “This speaks to me on a personal level. Should I be worried by that?” (I ended up opting for no).
Two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine holiday fun.











