So on Tuesday Melbourne experienced the worst storms since, you know, global warming etc.

This rendered several shows in the comedy festival performer-free, due to comedians being stuck in traffic, blown off the street into surrounding bushes etc.

Our cast made it in time, but it was touch and go and the audience was windswept, to say the least.

Then, next door, the plumbers union had a party. No, I'm not even kidding. A loud party. Involving both Farnzie and Barnzie. And a few rousing choruses (chori?) of Pogues numbers at eight trillion decibells in the middle of our play.

Mother nature, she's a wonderful thing. Plumbers, they're great.

Sometimes, though, timing is everything and it is my contention that timing is not mother nature OR the plumbers union's strong point.

Just saying.