The story so far
I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Tag Archives: comedy (or not)
Commentary
I am in the camp who believes you are not funny if you are being mean. But I have made an exception for Ricky Gervais.
Lighten up
It’s all very earnest around here at the moment, isn’t it? Which is funny, because I keep getting all these google searches ‘comedy edinburgh’ and ‘comedian librarian’ and so on. Goodness knows what they think when the land here. Anyway, … Continue reading
Again, nothing of consequence
Who me? No, I haven’t gone anywhere, just madly writing an essay on the ethics of comedy. I know, take something that’s perfectly fun and theorise it to death, why don’t you. Funny thing is, I’ve also got a gig … Continue reading
In which she writes a post of more than 50 words
It is clear from the way I am wandering around both figuratively, metaphorically, virtually and literally that I need to debrief the Fringe. Perfect use for a blog, so please excuse me while I indulge (insert bloggers are narcissists quip). … Continue reading
What I've got instead of a career
Tomorrow night, I will be making my Adelaide Fringe Festival debut. This is not something I ever expected to so, but there you go. I am part of the Titters! show on Wednesday and Thursday. It is a great show, … Continue reading
about last night
The pity of it is, that just as you get the joke seamless, perfect, you realise no one’s laughing at it anymore. You need new jokes. Or a new audience.
Not what I would have hoped
Tonight, I went on stage and did my set (that, I have learnt, is the way to describe the string of jokes you put together on any given night) and I DIED. That, I have long known, is the word … Continue reading
