Miss Kate @ Worldsend Hotel
7:45pm, Sun 10 Mar 2002
Short Review: Ocker
Miss Kate, a native of Cairns (now banned from performing there), bowled onto the stage wearing a VB cap and a Liz Hurley-esque VB t-shirt, complete with safety pins. In between memorised poems of her own creation – “I’m a wordsmith” – she also interjected stories of her past, in the most ocker-country-bargirl accent imaginable.
Let’s face it – Miss Kate isn’t going to challenge Dawe, Dennis or Paterson for the title of “Australia’s Greatest Poet”. A lot of her compositions were very… unwieldy, but the “Sensitive Man” poem and the “Ode to Helga The Swedish Whip Girl” were bloody funny. And she has a fire, and a passion, and the greatest accent you could imagine from a female – and the show’s free. True dink. What more could you ask for?