Sunday, July 21st ....

Last night we took part in one of North-West Tasmania’s iconic events: the Wynyard Music Hall.  It’s been going for 42 years and has at least five performances with sell-out audiences every night.  After our experience last night, we’re not surprised.  It was fantastic!

It’s a long drive but we went with a group, had dinner on the way and had been promised a light supper to nourish us for the trip home.  It’s run by the local Rotary Club so I was surprised with how rude the jokes were.  Even though most of the performers were on the shady side of 60, the humour was on the edge.  Nonetheless, we were all hysterical with laughter.  One of the highlights for me was a song from Spamalot (written by Eric Idle).

Once in every show
There comes a song like this
It starts off soft and low
And ends up with a kiss
Oh where is the song that goes like this

Brilliant!

Supper was served at interval.  With visions of traditional country suppers: scones, pikelets, cream cakes, home-made sausage rolls, in our minds we waited with anticipation.  We were truly thankful for what we received but all it was was a pair of triangular sandwiches in a clear plastic box and a slice of fruitcake in a paper bag chucked in front of everybody.  No tea, no coffee, drinks at the bar if you want.

At the end, they trotted out one old gentleman and announced he had been in the show for forty years, and he looked it.  A great night with a supper to remember.