We survived. Stop packing, Jono.

The play was called "The Glass Garden" and it was motherfucking surreal. We're talking weird lighting and sound effects, a man in a bunny rabbit suit dancing to a grammaphone, chicks costumed as blue gorillas anally raping the hero with a carrot-penis. It had moments of sheer brilliance within this bizarrity (Brazil-style), but generally it was too conscious of its own insanity, too caught up with being profound and managing only to be gauchely, clumsily questioning. It lacked the confidence and subtlety that would have made it truly brilliant.

But the performers were fantastic, and the experience very interesting.

Call of the night: Blondelet #1 (henceforth to be referred to as "Brazen Hussy" as she has embraced the title for her own) after the first act: "Well, I left my LSD at home, did anyone else get that?"