Creepy Way

How was it? asked the VeloDrone next morning. Did you enjoy the show?

Yes, strangely enough, said Le Bon David. I found myself laughing although I know very few Australians. In fact I learned several interesting facts about them. One being that they like to add an O to the shortened form of a name. You for instance would be nicknamed Vello, and I would be known as Davo.

The VeloDrone was entranced. Vello and Davo! I like it. And how is your review coming along, Davo?

Hmm, said Davo. Give us a mo.

A mo?

A moment, Vello, a moment.

Ten minutes elapsed, then Davo cleared his throat and read aloud:

The Beer Garden of The Electric Light Hotel is a fine setting for a show called "I've Been Watching You Australians - But Not in a Creepy Way." As a night breeze ruffled the leaves of a giant creeper behind the makeshift stage, an audience of Australians watched each other react as English comedian Mark Butler told them truths about themselves. But perhaps they did not realise what he was about. Perhaps it takes a Scottish philosopher to ferret out the underlying plan. For Mark Butler's plan was to end the evening by turning the audience into Creeps, and his master stroke was that none of them would realise what he had done. I do not intend to reveal how he accomplished this. Suffice to say it involved a video camera, a young woman who was not there and an audience poll to determine if they thought it was fair to expose her on Facebook.
Recommended. Three and a half stars.

He stopped. Vello looked solemn. So they voted to expose the young woman? he asked.

All but one, said Davo.

That was you, said Vello.

No, said Davo, shamefaced. It wasn't.