Well partygoers, the rambunctious reign of Dimboola has come to an end.

Thats right, the wedding is over. The cake is ruined. The guestshave all left. Father O’shea is passed out in a wheely bin out the back, and the wedding couple are steaming their way along the highway to the Grampians.

After 21 performances, three kegs, over 100 dreadful singalongs, and more party pies and sausage rolls than you could ever hope to poke a stick at, we have closed the doors on this landmark production.

It has been an amazing season, and I must say that I will be sad to see the arse end of it!

As with all productions, we have had our ups and downs, from the saga of the missing bridal car, awol beer and broken kegs, cast drop outs and bridal face-plants, to the magic of opening night, rave reviews and a sell-out season with bumper waiting lists each night. But despite the ebbs and flows of the shambled debauchery that was Dimboola, the final result has been a true testament to the amazing work put in by our amazing cast, director, crew and production team. All the stand out work that the Dimboola team have put in, has contributed to the phenomenal success of this show, allowing it to fulfill the great expectations that were held for it and also becoming one of the most successful shows in this year’s comedy festival to boot!

It would be no exaggeration to say that casting this show was an absolute bastard. With an incomplete cast up to ten days out from opening night, I must admit having grave concerns for the project. But it seems we must have someone on the cast going to mass, burning patchouli, playing ouija or sacrificing virgins because someone or something was definitely smiling down on us as everything came together just in time. And now we all agree that we wouldn’t have it any other way. After the various disasters in casting this show, we ended up with a stellar ensemble that fate it seemed had created. Everyone did such amazing jobs with their individual characters and I will miss being around such an amazing, warm, crude and absolutely stark raving bonkers group of people.