A framed custom illustration for my nephew, Tom. Created by the lovely Roslyn Quin.
RIP David Bowie. Sadface.
This is not a tribute. It’s just hair stuck to a cat face I made. I’m too sad to give a shit.
At a cafe on Little Collins Street, Melbourne.
10pm on a cold Melbourne evening…
A friend took me and a bunch of others to see Puddles Pity Party for the Melbourne Comedy Festival recently.
Taking audience interaction to terrifying, uncomfortable and hilarious limits, Pity Party combines karaoke-style tunes with stage props and story elements, never actually speaking, only ever singing (he has a voice that just blows you away), as he searches for love among the crowd. Absolutely recommended. Splendid and inspiring show.
What a better time to play dress-ups with knives and period costumes than right after a stressful day of photo shoots, rehearsals and dealing with multiple cast and crew?
Quick, someone give the (getting ready to crack) director a knife!