Men in Lycra Rowing Shorts - The Review

Oh dear... I should have realised that things would go terribly when I asked Adam how the previous night's performance went. The reply was succinct: It died in the arse. And it appears the local Melbourne Rag agrees:

The performances range from wooden to passably realistic, but as the dialogue is incredible and the nadir of sentimentality, it's hard to imagine how anyone could sound as if they had ever thought or felt the things they get to say.

True to form Adam, the Ex, was truly and astoundingly awful - in both acting and the Lycra rowing suit. Indeed the only person who looked good in it was the only straight man in the production (full time acting and a full time diet do not look good in skin tight Lycra). Full of bad one liners, awful sets, terrible accents and storylines obviously rejected by both Prisoner Cell Block H and Neighbours, it really was blandness made flesh.

Seeing Adam have sex on stage was a revelation - it was full on and lasted well over five minutes. He's obviously been putting the practise in since we parted ways.

I left feeling slightly cheated.