I attended the PRISA Awards for the first time in my life and for about 30 minutes, I was convinced i was back in high school attending some dreary school organising committee event. And then...and this is the spooky bit, the event was hosted by a ventriloquest- I swear, A VENTRILOQUEST hurling obscenities at some members of the audience. When I awoke from my alien abduction, I realised, much to my disappointment, that Alas, I was still at the Westcliff AND there was still PRISA paraphernalia all over the place. Sigh. Beam me up Scotty.
