After a miserable week in Sydney (I'm still unsure of how Wednesday's downpour came about - stop teasing us with this erratic weather: can I wear my spring skirts or should I stick to jeans????), full of studying (for me, at least) and complete media saturation about one person (which in my opinion, disproportionately overshadowed everything else), it was refreshing to witness the 2006 Law Revue. Finally, someone was ready to stop being so serious and take the piss out of...everything.
Yes, I'm in another show. Who's surprised? Only those who are surprised easily, like people who jump when mail comes through the mailbox in the door whilst they are watching re-runs of their favourite tv show (this happened to me yesterday).
We hold these truths to be self evident:
1) I am in the Arts revue
2) It is going to be a fantastic show
3) You should all come and see it
Revue season is here, folks. With Engo down and Law to come, the only respectable thing a girl can do on the Saturday night in between is...hot-foot it to Med Revue, of course!
In high school, as part of the Year-12-Fest that was the last week of Term 3, we had our farewell assembly, our graduation night, but most anticipated by all was our FLOP - a bunch of skits put on by the Year 12s poking fun at the teachers and school, giving everyone a great laugh, and showcasing our “talent”.
Uni’s answer to this are the Revues.
