What is so good about WAAPA!!!

okay ...hand over all your gold ....throw the bathwater out and follow it up with a you know what ...who was it who knew who the grads of 1994 from waapa were...the trustees of the jack human trust fund ..and all very good at dacking from all accounts ...A question that seems to be floating around, are you all that perplexed my cherubs???...is having been heard of in the lounge rooms of the dispossessed a necessary pre requisite of having " made it " and your time at a drama school having been worth it ???..i would like to think more meaningful yardsticks would be an appropriate measure of one's survival and contribution to the arts industry ...to hold on so tightly to ridiculous notions of success and self worth can only invite a self indulgence which mitigates against the very fundamentals of what some of those highly regarded dackers of 1994, held dear to them as they walked away and out of the doors of mount lawley, so many years ago. Its about the journey and all you sail with ...not just the destination ...hard to believe when enraptured with the narrow vision of stardom I know..which unfortunately many wannabees lock themselves into, to the detriment of their long term sense of self .. drama schools have their place and some of it is wasted space ...but not all of it ... The trappings of stardom I ponder ...osa ....as i lie quietly upon the green lawn ...what are they ..oh yeah ... heaps of cash, chicks, and heaps of cash and chicks and heaps more cash and chicks ... are a wonderful lure which only allows the very few to bite( major bummer) ...the rest just get on with getting on and trying to be true to themselves ...as the great one who ran waapa in those halcyon days of yore was oft heard to say....love the art in you ...not yourself in the art ....what a fucking bummer to have to hear that when dreaming of the big things ...oooh well, for many of us it worked and is still working and I am always stoked and proud for those with whom I shared that special time, when I hear titbits along the grapevine that they are perhaps achieving what they are hoping to do in any way shape or form and whatever the fuck it is ...it ain't easy ,that's why only a few of the besotted ones dare venture forth...but it aint making babies ... I didn't know that being talked about or praytell being mentioned around a skinny decaff flat white whilst catching a sideways glance at the size of your ageing arse was a green light for a self congratulatory pat on the back and a wistful knowing smile of saying " fuck man, i've kicked some serious arse " ,....but fuck ...I wish had Jackman' money!!!! at the end of the day ...i want to be hugh jackman ....and he wants to be me ...you dumb mutherfuckers ..its all about the glory ...nothing else really matters ...hold on tight kids ..its a hell of a ride ..... you can be the slave to technique ...or you can be its master ...