Swept Away On A Cloud Of Sweaty Men And Zero Pretension; Friday Nights In Surfers Paradise

Day 159 of The Andie Chronicles

The private school kids of Melbourne would probably chastise me for stepping foot in this makeshift auditorium, which I’m pretty sure used to be a scout hall with a basketball court at the back.

It was dirty, poorly constructed, yet it had everything you needed to put on a good show. A wrestling ring, enough lights to illuminate the performers, and music…