Month: December 2010

Let me officially go on record by saying this has been: a) the wettest Woodford ever; b) the wettest Woodford ever; and c) the only way I console myself while trudging through the muddiest mud-pits is by convincing myself that I’m fulfilling my childhood fantasy of walking through a world made of melting chocolate. But even so, it is still…well, Woodford. I’ve had two beautiful gigs thus far – one on the first night with my gorgeous sister Ang accompanying me on keys for an improvised song devised by an audience suggested title of “Gumboots are better with socks.” Then…

I remember years ago feeling very down about my career (which at that point was very much focused on being a screenwriter) and the lack of progress I’d made since uni. I very distinctly recall a phone conversation with my sister, in which I dramatically sighed – a move I’ve since perfected – that “I think I just need to accept that this is as good as it gets.” The very next morning I got a letter from Tropnest, saying I’d been accepted into their screenwriting initiative at Fox Studios. Well, yesterday I had a serious case of de ja…

1. What was your New Years Resolution and did you keep it? I can’t even remember so I’m gonna go with “no.” 2. Did anyone close to you give birth? A number of people, most of whom I’ve noticed through facebook. Stop having children, please. They are making me too clucky and we can’t afford another. 3. Did anyone close to you die? My grandma’s best friend. She was an amazing woman and I’ve known her as long as I can remember. 4. What countries did you visit? The US of Awesome and New York. I mention them as two…

*Moderately whingey blog entry to follow. Enter at your own peril. I have a confession to make. I’m finding it hard to get over my ego. It’s big, you see. It trips me up, you see. And it bruises and bleeds so easily one would think it was a member of the early Royal Family. (With me? Ding ding!) Oh, and it demands massages. Looking at it on paper like that, one might wonder why I even bother keeping the damn thing around. Why indeed? Last night, you see, as I was sorting out this Gumball Theatre video business onto…

I’ve been slogging my guts out this afternoon – you know, in a very sit down and exert no energy whatsoever kinda way – to put this little thingamijig together. It ain’t perfect, but I do like it.