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: Edinburgh Fringe Festival
And on the way home we got rained on
Did you know that there is a Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre? Neither did I. But there is. These dudes, Clewis Productions seem to be associated with it, and we went to their Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes which was … Continue reading
Posted in being, Blogopera, comedy, Reading, Writing
Tagged books and reading, edinburgh festival fringe, Edinburgh Fringe Festival, theatre, words and phrases
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Is it Wednesday already?
Pleased to report that I am having a most excellent time. Over five performances, my (modest) audience expectations have been reached every night and exceeded three times. More importantly, people are enjoying it. Over the last few nights, more than … Continue reading
Lots to say, but too tired to be articulate…
I have so much to tell you, but I’m tired…so very, very tired. My venue has Sundays off, for which I am extraordinarily grateful. Sitting on a couch (which is draped in a spread of dubious colour to hide the … Continue reading
Rite of passage
My youngest boy quickly realises that commission-based flyering isn’t the deal that he thought it was. I have told him that for each person he convinces to come to the show, I’ll give him one pound – after only one … Continue reading
It's in the job specification
The mister My tech crew has arrived. We took him on a bit of a walk around the ‘hood (‘here’s where we buy our musk sticks’ and ‘here’s where Mum buys her wine’), then down to the Royal Mile, checked … Continue reading
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Tagged dishes, edinburgh festival fringe, Edinburgh Fringe Festival, home economics, the mister
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The Road to the Edinburgh Fringe (2): silver lining
Sevilla is a long drive from Salamanca, but in Sevilla our hotel room has two windows which open out onto a shaded lane and four single beds for three people. We are pleased after the Glade-infused three-bed room in Salamanca. … Continue reading
The Road to Edinburgh: what's the secret of a good joke, timing
Salamanca. Cobblestones, iglesias, and a hotel room that smells like Glade and how do you turn those bloody things off and why does anyone think that Glade smells better than whatever it is that the Glade is supposed to mask? … Continue reading
