Tag: travel

So next week I’m heading off on my second set of cruise ship gigs. I actually really hate being away from my kids. I love them of course, but I also really like them. I enjoy their company. I love being together. Don’t get me wrong, I also have periods where a little break away is the stuff my dreams are made of, but for the most part, I actually really dislike being apart. Yet sometimes the reality of my career means that we are. I’d love to bring them with me on each and every tour or festival I…

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What a time. My eyelids can barely keep themselves up as I type this, so will keep it brief, but just wanted to write and say a huge WISH YOU WERE HERE! I adore travelling and luckily, it turns out, I love doing so by boat. Especially when said boat contains umpteen all-you-can-eat buffets, hot tubs and stops at delicious islands. Oh man. Even when I’ve hit the challenging parts (missing my family terribly, slight bouts of nausea, technical hitches with gigs), I’ve still reminded myself what an insane privilege it is to be paid to do this. Seriously. I…

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Just stumbled across this at my local library: 5 Ways to Carry A Goat, a tale of how an Aussie travel blogger embarked on a trek of the globe relying purely on the kindness of cyber-strangers to meet, accommodate and entertain him en route. Amazeballs. As somebody with an insatiable travel itch – and one which I certainly hope to keep scratching throughout my life both with my children and without – I find even the thought of somebody doing this pretty damn exciting. Could/would you do that with kids though? Makes me think there oughta at least be a…

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Spotted an ad the other day for this cute little theatre currently on the market in Tassie. Ever since I’ve been dreaming about an alternate reality where we buy a theatre in a tiny little town in a stunningly gorgeous-but-isolated nugget of Australia. It really is just a sitcom waiting to be written. As, it would seem, is much of life.

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Many people ask me about how I manage to do this performing/touring stuff with kids. Or rather, they just say nice things about how cool it is that I can. Well, most people. (BTW when my darling box office commander-in-chief relayed this guy’s comments, I was honestly, mostly amused. But I can’t help but point out that in all the illustrious seven or so years of my comedy career thus far, I have NEVER heard any such question aimed at a performer who also happens to be a dad.) The truth is, I couldn’t do any of this without having…

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