Lily's Pond of Fictional Reflections

This year, my mum gave me a season pass to the Queensland Theatre Company's productions for Christmas, which I have been enjoying immensely. The Female of the Species was hysterically funny, I Am My Own Wife transfixingly intriguing, and The Prisoner of Second Avenue a darn good time. Friday's offering, however, The August Moon, has at last inspired me to actually write a review.

First of all, I have to admit that I went to this prepared to, if not enjoy myself, then to at least be touched. The story of the only fatality in the category five cyclone that hit the town where my sister, brother-in-law and their four children were and are still living, two and a half years after losing their home, had a personal connection that I thought would make even a mediocre play intriguing.

( Seventy-five minutes later, I walked out completely unmoved. )

Much more enjoyable was the Brisbane Symphony Orchestra (in which my mother-in-law plays cello) concert on Sunday afternoon, at which they played the Grieg Piano Concerto and the 1812 overture, complete with canons. Fantastic fun - if you ever have the opportunity to see 1812 live, do take it - there's something awesome about percussion that actually rattles your insides.

And on the note of more enjoyable, if anyone missed out on the first run-through - Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog has returned to the Internets! Hurrah, yay!