Sucking out the soy sauce from the shirt cuff sends a little bit of a stir through the back of the throat. More fabric than salt. Once again, finding no other for the half of the double. Standing still, splattering wads of gibberish with no one to bounce ideas off.
Darlinghurst Theatre again for the second time in not as many weeks. Tickets for two going away with only one in the pocket.
The Young Tycoons is a cut throat production with a hit list featuring the media empires ruled by family. The Packers and the Murdochs reign triumphant and lord over the excesses of their emotions, drawn back as they are. The Voglers and the Warburtons revelling in the ribbing of the respective families and their troubles.
Spinning down a spiral ever so close to the actual lives of Lachlan Murdoch and Jamie Packer, watching The Young Tycoons is rather like experiencing a dramatic and punchier take on their sordid misdealings. Humour is a sore point, wavering on a fine line between creative license and transcription apathy.
Kings Cross. Darlinghurst. Potts Point. No more than a minute or two away and the descriptions drastically change over the faint lines in the street directories. One dollar and forty cents is just too short to buy anything to eat in the area.
Soon Van - Friday, 9 September 2005 - 11:28
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