Fizzy Train is coming, coming down the track,
you gonna ride that fizzy train and it won't bring you back.
Ahem. My daughter's show in the Fringe festival opens next week, All Aboard The Fizzy Train; it's a revamped and expanded Deakin final-year piece that grew wings and flew off into these modest beginnings of the big time. Which is pretty exciting stuff, and all mothers must blog such things.
This engaging, whimsical three-hander stars Mr Confetti, a jewel-encrusted butler, a family (well, a father and son) of irons, and a range of other surprising characters, songs and props.
Which reminds me, I must pop down to the drygoods deli in Blackburn - I'm on fig supply this season.
Apologies to Woody Guthrie, of course, are in order.