The boys (Jason Fullerton, David Oakley and Sam Farr) are increasingly perturbed by the lack of mustard. I know - you'll just have to come along and see it in performance (January 21-23).
My friend, Mad Alice was having a birthday party in a woolshed, as you do. She wrote in her invitation, 'Remember the good ol' Woolshed Dances we had in the 1970'S??!!' Actually, no, but I went along to see what it was all about. It was very rural - I danced in a woolshed, slept in a tent, sat on a haybale and communed with nature (by which I mean I sneezed a lot). It was fun (apart from maybe all the sneezing).
See those skies - that's Central Otago scenery right there folks!
These curious cats investigate our sleeping arrangements. Later they bring us viscerated rabbits and calmly lick their paws.
The girls gather round the tables while the boys gravitate to the barbeque, but at least all are drinking.
Where did you get that hat?
And inside the woolshed, things are quintessentially Kiwi, apparently.
The next morning, as we pack up our tent, we are treated to a Van Gogh style sky with broiling clouds.