wildwinter

So, a week or so in Venice, where 16 of us accidentally won the Venice Carnevale’s mask/costume competition while dressed as giant rats. I say accidentally because all we were trying to do was to get up on stage and have a bit of fun; then they invited us back for the next round (on comedy value, we assumed); then they let us through the first round of the final (audience sympathy, we assumed, and the fact that we bribed the judges with cheese) and then we discovered that we’d won.

Oops.

Y’see, there were all these other entrants who have undoubtedly spent months on their kit. Or have hired kit from people who have spent months on their kit. Specifically targeting the costume competition.

All we did was turn up. I mean, there is work in our kit, obviously – Pete (and Kangena’s) rat masks at the least. And some of our coats are ENO, and Rach made all her stuff and a robe for me, and so on and so forth. But none of it was intended to win the competition.

So we felt horribly guilty, and left before we got lynched. Although when we went back for a last hurrah on the final day of Carnevale everyone still seemed to like us.

Allegedly we have won a rather fantastic prize, but it’s yet to be confirmed, so…

Terrible shame that Jen and Tim got messed around by EasyJet and couldn’t go, and other original bookers couldn’t make it.

(There’s a Facebook group here, which should have pictures and such soon.)

Other ratty highlights (some of which from a series of challenges we made up on the spur of the moment) include:

• Elle and Ben blagging free drinks at Florian’s (the most exclusive coffee bar in Venice).
• Elle and Lucy B performing “I like big rats/and I cannot lie” + burlesque stripping (down to their tails) while Nick and I attempted (badly) to beatbox in front of an audience of mostly uncomprehending Italians. This was our entry (and I use the word advisedly) in the International Erotic Poetry Contest. All of the other entries were in fluent Italian. You probably had to be there.
• The snail rider (made out of a Segway and lots of foam rubber).
• Gill blagging free pizzas at a restaurant (contingent on us making the place look busy, which we managed with ratty aplomb).
• Being dragged into ‘the oldest glassware shop in Venice’ to promote the owner’s wares. If I’d had my wits about me I’d have staged a dramatic collapse through a shelf of glassware as a consumer statement. If you ever take a trip to the island of Murano you’ll understand why. You have never seen so much appalling tat in one place. But we were given a free mouse made of glass. How lovely.
• Rats leading several thousand people in “YMCA”. (That wasn’t me, honest, I wasn’t anywhere near it – blame Jo.)
• Ben and I being attacked by a port ninja. A port ninja is a rather rubbish ninja who pulls ninja moves on you that are so appalling that you cringe, until he mysteriously produces a bottle of rather fine port from a previously undiscovered orifice. A ninja who produces free port is clearly the best kind of ninja. Good job he didn’t flip out. You know what they’re like.
• The words “Something Strange Happened Here” written in neon lights across an otherwise innocuous-looking warehouse building on the north side of the main island. We still haven’t got to the bottom of that one…
• Seeing our pictures in Italian newspapers, and people mistranslating the Italian as ‘global domination’. Well, it was a nice thought…

Oh, I dunno. Lots and lots of stuff. It was a busy week.

In other news, just got back from my first Serenity LRP event. It was very cold. I will probably have more to say on the event elsewhere, but it was our first LRP of any sort in 2-and-a-half years. Sadly it didn’t live up to the hype. Here’s hoping that was mostly due to the adverse weather conditions… although I’ve a sneaking suspicion it may also be due to our increasing age and cynicism.