It’s been eerily quiet over here in the editor’s corner, and for that I apologise. I’ve been struck with the dreaded Festival Flu, which has provided no mirth but plenty of misery. I’ve missed out on a heap of shows I was really looking forward to, and after a brief re-emergence from sick-den Sunday night to see Mark Watson I’m now feeling sorrier for myself than ever. There’s so much I want to write, including a response to the interesting article in today’s edition of The Age, where Dave Hughes talks about his response to reviews/reviewers and I have a couple of ‘Top 5′ lists that are almost (but not quite) ready to go up on the site to whet your comedy appetite.

It should also be noted at this stage, half-way through the festival, that myself and a few fellow reviewers (or serial comedy audience members) have been pleasantly satisfied by many shows, but seem to universally wondering where the surprise, that gem of hidden magic, is to be found in this year’s festival. So far the buzz seems to be centred on only a few shows; The List Operators, Sam Simmons, Celia Pacquola, Suitcase Royale. Having seen only one, I can’t really comment on them individually.

That’s all for my brief update. I’ll now return to my bed in hopes of recovering enough to see Tim Minchin on Wednesday night, which I’ve been looking forward to for weeks. Expect a temper tantrum if I’m not well enough to attend.

I hope the laughs have been flowing thick and fast for you.

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