I was on a tireless mission Saturday morning, when I awoke to my mother's adamant cleaning attacks to the bathroom. I'd finally drifted to sleep at five that morning and now I was alert as if woken up violently by my Sargent for early morning drill exercises. I decided to put some music on. What no power? So I checked my television and there was no sign of life. I decided then to check the fridge in case we had a power shortage. Crap! The fridge isn't on! I walked out to see why my mother was attacking the bathroom at eleven in the morning and give her a report of our power failure, but found water gushing from beneath the door. I knocked on the door. "Mum! There's water coming out!". I had managed to opened the door slightly and was shocked to see water dripping from the top of the door. What's going on?!
My Sargent spoke. "Close the door!". I did what I was commanded and searched the house for a mop to soak up the water flowing from the door consistently. Five minutes later my mother emerged from the attacked base and saw a long green hose snaked in through the window. You didn't!, was my first thought. The Sargent had caused the power failure with her attack on the Base Royal Throne or known as bathroom to some. Her mission was accomplished, but at a price. I shook my head, but curbed my tongue and headed back to my base - Mole Hill of Junk.
I spent my entire Saturday rearranging my room that hadn't been changed in over two years. The amount of dust and junk I've collected over the two years was overwhelming. How is it possible that one person alone can fill one room with useless apparatus? My mission was finally complete at 4.36am Sunday morning, after eighteen hours of sifting through junk, paper, doubles of DVDs, Cd's I don't listen to, books that aren't worth keeping, I'm finally in a room that's not only very spacious, but free of debris and reflects my inner creativeness. Bias opinion of myself, but hey! Someone told me I should be less judgemental when it concerns myself.
Among my exhausting mission, I came across a pamphlet that was sent to me. The pamphlet was for events at Riverside Theatre in Parramatta. A comedian by the name of Kahlil Ashanti stood out from all the other performers pictures. It was probably the salute and the title of the show that caught my eye - "Basic Training". From what I've read about the comedian, he isn't just any comedian. He has an interesting story to tell.
Kahlil Ashanti presents his autobiographical one-man show, Basic Training, Chronicling his time in the military where he learned to serve his country using his talent as his weapon.
Does this sound interesting enough?
I'm hoping it does, I thought it would be a great event for the Sydney and New Castle Crew to go to. But I've gone a step further, considering it was in Sydney, I googled to see if he had a show in New Castle and I found it after so many unsuccessful attempts. Below are the details
Basic Training
Date: 20 June 2009
Venue: Civic Theatre, Hunter Street, Newcastle
Contact Details: Civic Ticketek on (02) 4929 1977 or at www.civicprecinctnewcastle.com.au Cost: Adult $40, Concession $36 Time: 8pm
Kahlil Ashanti returns to Australia having conquered the Edinburgh, Montreal, Vancouver and Melbourne Fringe Festivals with sold out seasons! Ashanti presents his autobiographical one-man show, Basic Training, chronicling his time in the military where he learned to serve his country using his talent as his weapon.
Unfortunately I'm planning to be in the States around this time, so I thought I'll research for you guys and save you the trouble. So either Ben or Boi can look this up, if you guys still haven't booked this before I leave, I'll organise it for you guys. It's a great family event to go to. You could do this as a Friday Night outing and then go paint balling at Hunter Valley on Saturday. I wish I was here to see it, but if you guys go, we could crack a few Coopers and talk about it when I get back. :)
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