Jenny Wynter Official Website Posts

Tonight it begins. Note: Cool article on Weekend Notes about all things Viking Mama! The whole show has taken on a wildly different turn from last time; it now features multimedia – fitting, because as you know, the Vikings loved technology – which I’m so happy to finally be embracing. I remember years ago the first time I saw Bill Bailey’s Part Troll and I was so blown away by the combination of live comedy, music and video visuals that my head fell off. That, I remember thinking, that is what I want to do. Sure, it took me ten years…

Oh my freaking word. So I’m so utterly beyond stoked to let you know that a bucket list dream is coming true later this year: I’m going to be performing An Unexpected Variety Show in New York City! I truly cannot believe it except that I can because it’s officially up, tickets are on sale and I have a new poster and everything. CUE CRAZY SELF INDULGENT HAPPY DANCE! First show is scheduled for October 28th, if that sells out then they will be adding new dates, I would dearly LOVE to perform it as much as humanly possible – heck,…

So it turns out that having broken feet can be incredibly motivating. Being housebound has meant that I’ve been working like a banshee on the logistics of the upcoming season of “Viking Mama!” at Judith Wright, writing new comedy material, finally making headway on some projects that have been floating around my mind for some time…and last night I devoured this: It’s highly readable, super motivating and thanks to the wonders of Kindle technology, is smothered in highlights. I love highlighting things. It makes me feel like I’m paying attention and that I’ll actually return to said book to fully…

So Jen, what’s the scariest part of adjusting to life with no functional feet? Is it giving up spontaneous dancing in the supermarket? Is it injecting your own squeamish self with blood thinners daily so that you don’t, you know, clot? Is it not being able to duck the toilet quickly without anyone noticing but instead, having an entourage heralding the breaking of the bladder with a trumpet call? Why no, my dear friends. All of this is grist for my memoirs… …the truly terrifying part is the realisation that you’re going to have next to no income for the…

  I have a song in An Unexpected Variety Show called “Real Love” which has lyrics like: “Will you love me when I’m in a sick old hag, and I’ve traded my Gucci for a bladder bag?” It was inspired by reading about a couple, the woman of which had been in a terrible car accident and how her husband had been so incredible becoming her carer. That, I remember thinking, is real love. When I was caring for Mum, I would berate her often about her unwillingness to ask me for help. She would wait and wait and wait…