The Treasure Chest
20/01/2012 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIt’s been icky sticky muggy weather lately. The sort that turns an emerald serpent into a blubbering brain dead zombie
Got two bright shiny new tarot decks and some juicy Corinne Kenner books thanks to Cat Irix (and the brilliantly batty beasties at Baba Studios) but still not started a single squiggle with them
Been catching up on old fashioned letter writing and squiggling about the day time goblin dramas. And that’s not to even mention a certain Dursley and his trail of destruction in the Lair and steps taken to alleviate the disaster
Had specially set aside Friday 13th as a time of ideas and inspiration but it was a day earlier that they landed
Found a bright shiny new cafe for lurking and lounging. It’s in the city near transport, has toilets and lots of jugs of nice cold water,newspapers and most importantly of all it is not run by a bunch of nannies who want us all tucked up in bed by 5pm
Was perusing the newspaper and discovered that there was a P J Harvey concert the very next day (Friday 13th) and there were still tickets to be had. But no prices were mentioned. Even has beens from the 70s and 80s charge 60 silver sickles or more to see their performances. But it would be worth dropping by the concert hall next day just out of curiosity.
But that was until reading a pretty black and pink fringe festival brochure. There was a stack of them lying around in the coffee shop. Did not find out about this crazy zany event last year until it was already over. By then it was too late to slink and sniff about inside the stunningly gorgeous Spiegeltent
Within ten minutes it was clear that there was a whole pile of things the serpent would give her fangs to see.
How could we resist titles such as
Bunga bunga Burlesqueconi
City of Shadows
Gold Digger - the story of Australia’s most famous Iron ‘ore
(This delightful tale of one Rosie Portaloo was on at His Majesty's Theatre last year but missed out. Not this time my precious little poodles)
So for the price of one crappy back of beyond seat in the concert hall could get four tickets in the best spots in the house for the freaky fringe. Could be completely decadent and do the P J Harvey concert too but could really not justify such unaffordable excess.
So pottered off on Friday morning in search of the booking office in the cultural centre near the city railway station. Guessed it must be somewhere in the library. Turned out to be the cutest pink and white caravan complete with picket fence and astroturf just outside the art gallery
Had written a list of preferences of must see stuff in order of what would be most likely to sell out first. The lady at the counter advised that there would be a lot of half price tickets for some things but not others and that one item on our list “Checkout - the musical” would most likely come under that category
Had “Burlesque Garden” all signed sealed and delivered until noticing that it STARTED at the ungodly hour of 11pm. Bummer. Traded it in for “Hot pink bits”
Just when we thought the offerings could not get more decadent and delicious, the pink and fluffy people unleashed their secret weapon
Goblin Porn
Last November this magical and mystical old building was open for one Sunday to the public for heritage festival guided tours. It was free but bookings only and billeted as the last chance for the general public to see this gorgeous old green dame before her extensive makeover. That made it the must see event on the busy weekend schedule
But as luck would have it, that Sunday turned out to be a disgustingly hot and muggy day just like most of this last week. In addition to that, the strap of our black back pack broke earlier that day. That meant carrying it by hand. Amazing how much heavier bags are that way and especially when climbing lots and lots of stairs. So ended up rather irritable and exhausted and struggling to remain in the moment that day.
But now there is going to be three whole weeks of goblin goodness. Three weeks to explore the nooks and crannies of this most sacred site. Best of all, three of the shows on the wish list are held there and still not finished picked shows
It was a stroke of genius and probably a bit of public relations and marketing to snatch this spot and turn it into The Treasure Chest
The strange indemnity forms we had to sign before going on the tour are still part of the conditions of entering this strange place so it will be fun to go ghost spotting in the vaults.
This serpent will be officially relegating the last few weeks of 2012 to ancient history and celebrating the start of the new year on Monday. New moon, new beginnings and a dragon persona to blast the batteries of goblin enemies old and new. And a decadent feast for a hungry culture vulture is just the way to start
Got two bright shiny new tarot decks and some juicy Corinne Kenner books thanks to Cat Irix (and the brilliantly batty beasties at Baba Studios) but still not started a single squiggle with them
Been catching up on old fashioned letter writing and squiggling about the day time goblin dramas. And that’s not to even mention a certain Dursley and his trail of destruction in the Lair and steps taken to alleviate the disaster
Had specially set aside Friday 13th as a time of ideas and inspiration but it was a day earlier that they landed
Found a bright shiny new cafe for lurking and lounging. It’s in the city near transport, has toilets and lots of jugs of nice cold water,newspapers and most importantly of all it is not run by a bunch of nannies who want us all tucked up in bed by 5pm
Was perusing the newspaper and discovered that there was a P J Harvey concert the very next day (Friday 13th) and there were still tickets to be had. But no prices were mentioned. Even has beens from the 70s and 80s charge 60 silver sickles or more to see their performances. But it would be worth dropping by the concert hall next day just out of curiosity.
But that was until reading a pretty black and pink fringe festival brochure. There was a stack of them lying around in the coffee shop. Did not find out about this crazy zany event last year until it was already over. By then it was too late to slink and sniff about inside the stunningly gorgeous Spiegeltent
Within ten minutes it was clear that there was a whole pile of things the serpent would give her fangs to see.
How could we resist titles such as
Bunga bunga Burlesqueconi
City of Shadows
Gold Digger - the story of Australia’s most famous Iron ‘ore
(This delightful tale of one Rosie Portaloo was on at His Majesty's Theatre last year but missed out. Not this time my precious little poodles)
So for the price of one crappy back of beyond seat in the concert hall could get four tickets in the best spots in the house for the freaky fringe. Could be completely decadent and do the P J Harvey concert too but could really not justify such unaffordable excess.
So pottered off on Friday morning in search of the booking office in the cultural centre near the city railway station. Guessed it must be somewhere in the library. Turned out to be the cutest pink and white caravan complete with picket fence and astroturf just outside the art gallery
Had written a list of preferences of must see stuff in order of what would be most likely to sell out first. The lady at the counter advised that there would be a lot of half price tickets for some things but not others and that one item on our list “Checkout - the musical” would most likely come under that category
Had “Burlesque Garden” all signed sealed and delivered until noticing that it STARTED at the ungodly hour of 11pm. Bummer. Traded it in for “Hot pink bits”
Just when we thought the offerings could not get more decadent and delicious, the pink and fluffy people unleashed their secret weapon
Goblin Porn
Last November this magical and mystical old building was open for one Sunday to the public for heritage festival guided tours. It was free but bookings only and billeted as the last chance for the general public to see this gorgeous old green dame before her extensive makeover. That made it the must see event on the busy weekend schedule
But as luck would have it, that Sunday turned out to be a disgustingly hot and muggy day just like most of this last week. In addition to that, the strap of our black back pack broke earlier that day. That meant carrying it by hand. Amazing how much heavier bags are that way and especially when climbing lots and lots of stairs. So ended up rather irritable and exhausted and struggling to remain in the moment that day.
But now there is going to be three whole weeks of goblin goodness. Three weeks to explore the nooks and crannies of this most sacred site. Best of all, three of the shows on the wish list are held there and still not finished picked shows
It was a stroke of genius and probably a bit of public relations and marketing to snatch this spot and turn it into The Treasure Chest
The strange indemnity forms we had to sign before going on the tour are still part of the conditions of entering this strange place so it will be fun to go ghost spotting in the vaults.
This serpent will be officially relegating the last few weeks of 2012 to ancient history and celebrating the start of the new year on Monday. New moon, new beginnings and a dragon persona to blast the batteries of goblin enemies old and new. And a decadent feast for a hungry culture vulture is just the way to start
