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Sick and Twisted
Izzie has been pretty much absent in Cyberia lately. There are simply too many temptations of late in the other world especially since the Freak Show (also known as Fringe World) came to town.
The days of pigging out on 2 or 3 shows in one evening are well and truly over. Not due to lack of choice. There's more than 700 shows to choose from which means almost guaranteed Fear of Missing Out.
But the days of $5 cheap tix are well and truly over. Most of the last minute cheap tickets are now between 10 and 15 - mostly at the $15 end and all with the newly introduced $1 booking fee.
But today's outlay of 16 silver sickles was worth every single solitary cent and if there wasn't so many shows to choose from, it would be well worth going back for a second gawk at the ghastliness.
No grand gorgeous bright shiny Spiegeltent for the League of Side Show Superstars - just a simple no frills canvas contraption.
The show started with 2 very pretty frilly show girls wearing red and pink circus gear all glittering with sequins. Each held a rose stem between her teeth and stood stock still without flinching as the pair of macho blokes let loose with the stock whips with all sorts of cracking and lashing going on. The whip masters sliced the roses from the stems and left no other trace of their deadly weapons.
When one of the circus girls proceeded to squeeze herself through 2 stringless tennis racquets, i could not help but think that this is one of the items in the "La Soiree" show up the road which charges $70 for a seat.
But all that was totally tame.
The MC and his assistant set up a dingo trap and demonstrated its lethal force by using a can of beer to trigger it. The top popped off and the can was well and truly squished. They then reset the infernal device and he triggered it again but using his arm. He wandered around the stage to thunderous applause with this thing hanging off his elbow with barely a wince and not a trace of blood. Certainly not for the squeamish.
The acts got more gross and more outrageous and as they had the most basic of stages surrounded on 3 sides by the audience, there just seemed to be no obvious way that they could be faking it.
Not the man using using his bare hand to hammer a nail through a piece of wood nor with the help of a hook hanging from the most sensitive part of his male anatomy to hoist up a very heavy bowling ball and certainly not Ruby Rubberlegs twisting and folding herself up to fit in a rather small see through box on the stage.
It all made trapeze swinging, fire eating and hula hooping look positively boring.
It's almost like it's pointless seeing any more shows since nothing can remotely compare for sheer craziness and disgusting grossness on steroids and now an insatiable curiosity to wonder how on earth it is humanly possible to perform such perverted and painful looking stunts without any apparent sign of injury and not a drop of blood to be seen.
But that hasn't stopped the serpent from signing up for The Coin Operated Girl especially at the preview price of a measly $10
The days of pigging out on 2 or 3 shows in one evening are well and truly over. Not due to lack of choice. There's more than 700 shows to choose from which means almost guaranteed Fear of Missing Out.
But the days of $5 cheap tix are well and truly over. Most of the last minute cheap tickets are now between 10 and 15 - mostly at the $15 end and all with the newly introduced $1 booking fee.
But today's outlay of 16 silver sickles was worth every single solitary cent and if there wasn't so many shows to choose from, it would be well worth going back for a second gawk at the ghastliness.
No grand gorgeous bright shiny Spiegeltent for the League of Side Show Superstars - just a simple no frills canvas contraption.
The show started with 2 very pretty frilly show girls wearing red and pink circus gear all glittering with sequins. Each held a rose stem between her teeth and stood stock still without flinching as the pair of macho blokes let loose with the stock whips with all sorts of cracking and lashing going on. The whip masters sliced the roses from the stems and left no other trace of their deadly weapons.
When one of the circus girls proceeded to squeeze herself through 2 stringless tennis racquets, i could not help but think that this is one of the items in the "La Soiree" show up the road which charges $70 for a seat.
But all that was totally tame.
The MC and his assistant set up a dingo trap and demonstrated its lethal force by using a can of beer to trigger it. The top popped off and the can was well and truly squished. They then reset the infernal device and he triggered it again but using his arm. He wandered around the stage to thunderous applause with this thing hanging off his elbow with barely a wince and not a trace of blood. Certainly not for the squeamish.
The acts got more gross and more outrageous and as they had the most basic of stages surrounded on 3 sides by the audience, there just seemed to be no obvious way that they could be faking it.
Not the man using using his bare hand to hammer a nail through a piece of wood nor with the help of a hook hanging from the most sensitive part of his male anatomy to hoist up a very heavy bowling ball and certainly not Ruby Rubberlegs twisting and folding herself up to fit in a rather small see through box on the stage.
It all made trapeze swinging, fire eating and hula hooping look positively boring.
It's almost like it's pointless seeing any more shows since nothing can remotely compare for sheer craziness and disgusting grossness on steroids and now an insatiable curiosity to wonder how on earth it is humanly possible to perform such perverted and painful looking stunts without any apparent sign of injury and not a drop of blood to be seen.
But that hasn't stopped the serpent from signing up for The Coin Operated Girl especially at the preview price of a measly $10