Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
And though Sunday’s child should probably be still asleep, I’m up early in the golden morning light thinking about last night’s performance of Briefs Boylesque. In the practical sense, I’d like to encourage you and yours to follow this fabulous, sparkly, sensational group on facebook or whatever way you do this and then to go see them when they hit your town (Mackay, they be coming right at ya…). This is burlesque meets circus meets dance meets comedy and all four of them hit it off just great because they are all wearing fabulous outfits and the tunes are pumping.
You’re going to fall in love about five times in an hour when you go see them. Then when you leave, you’re going to wish your brother was dating someone like that. No shit, you are going to wish your brother was gay because you know that somehow – to live like that, daring and fabulous and daggy and wonderful, that would be way better that whatever boring reality your bro is actually doing. Just putting it out there.
This is the second time that I have seen the group, supporting their efforts to go to Edinburgh.
I’m pretty sure that there will be time to talk to my friends about the show and how they felt about it but – putting aside the fact that I Just Had A Good Time Watching Fun Stuff, the thing that made it so wonderfully fun is that the show comes at you on so many levels, sparkling in your eyes, tantalising your senses, giving your brain serious schweppervence, turning you on, ramping you up, throwing you bodies beautiful and familiar and confusing and different, making you feel some small part of something that feels like finding yourself your own volcano.
Get into it.
eleanor j jackson 
