The Melbourne International Comedy Festival is almost at an end and so too is Dead Under Fluorescent Lights. For those of you who’ve come out to see the awkward face behind the awkward prose, it’s been a delight to meet so many of you. Those same folk also know that the whole point of the show, the message so to speak, is to quit your job if you don’t love what you do. So in order for my words to have any sort of weight behind them, I had to do the honest thing and quit my job. There would be no use in me spewing office epiphanies at the crowd if I was to trundle into work the next morning and sigh my way through the afternoon.
So what does that mean for the blog? I have no idea. I won’t be working with any of the characters that contributed to the success of DUFL, which is oddly bittersweet. On one hand I feel like shedding tears of joy and on the other I feel like learning how to breakdance so that I can do a victory pop ‘n’ lock through my living room. The blog will definitely stay around, but I think it’s going to evolve into the post office adventures as a writer and a comedian or it will simply have engrossing details of collecting unemployment benefits.
There are still 3 shows left if you haven’t already been to The Workers Club in Fitzroy. Tonight, Friday and Saturday – and then I shall get so drunk that I will prove my Grandmother right about everything she has said about my generation.
There’s also the People’s Choice Awards, not only do I get to shove the award all up in the grill of my Grandmother, but the people who vote get a chance to win a ticket to Montreal for The Just For Laughs Festival. Sweet deal. Just look for Simon Keck – Dead Under Fluorescent Lights to vote.