Winning the lead role in our grade two production of Rockin’ Robin changed my life. I’d tasted the sweet nectar of acting success and I’ve been thirsty ever since. Dehydrated, it would seem, because thirteen years later twenty year old me was impersonating a vegetable at … Continue reading There’s no business like show business
I had a knee reconstruction ten years ago, and despite what the amateur thespians on the footy field would have you believe, it wasn’t that big a deal. My doctor was gruff but harmless, the anaesthetist was friendly – as would be I at that pay grade – and the … Continue reading Nurse Pol Potty and the Case of the Overflowing Bedpan: A Tale of Revenge
The Humanities Dept. is really just one big nudist colony; small mercy being that they’re a sedentary breed, generally found/not found tucked away in a corner behind a big pile of books and a bigger pair of glasses. I usually wear clothes, but the other day, for the purpose … Continue reading I’m pretty sure that emperor’s naked
I passed three of them yesterday – all as talented as tree stumps. One was dancing badly to George Michael, another one was balancing a plastic sword on her head that was thick and flat – more like a hat, and a sitar player who was playing to backing tracks. BACKING TRACKS. I shouldn’t be bagging … Continue reading Buskers are the new beggars
The worst thing about losing your job is trying to come up with a glam reason for leaving. No one’s going to believe you’ve been poached by NASA, but keep it realistic and vaguely mysterious, and everyone that’s still employed will wish they weren’t. I’ve essentially been dumped, so I’ve got three weeks to lose … Continue reading prison break
I was scared this blog would flatline (or continue to flatline) once I got back, but it turns out there’s loads of material here at home. I’ve probably only got 1-2 posts a week in me, but as Kath Day-Knight would say, treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen. I’ve witnessed some serious butchering of the English language lately – not, … Continue reading soudku
So this is the olive branch instalment – there’s about a week missing and the writing’s sloppy, but you’ll take what you’re given: LA Day 1– Caught the bus from Hollywood to Santa Monica Pier, then walked from there toVenice Beach. I was prepared for hippies/druggies/transvestites, but not for all of the guys hanging round in their … Continue reading Someone wise once said to me – ‘hey, your blog is ridiculously brilliant – why don’t you do another one.’
Vegas is the saddest place on earth. It’s where sad glittery dreams go to die. Most people are despondent, a handful elated, and several, like myself, at the mercy of an array of emotions. Elated: Won $50 on my first game of roulette Despondent: Lost it in the next minute Elated: Saw how … Continue reading I woke up in a dumpster, I’m 50 grand in debt, and my kidney’s missing – what happened last night?
I don’t like revolving doors – I never have and I never will. I call them the glass carousel of fear because there’s always that possibility you’ll get clipped on the Achilles if you don’t get out quick enough. I did a few slow laps this morning after rush hour just to test the theory, … Continue reading rock on
Aaaah, San Francisco – hippy home, homosexual haven and all round crowd pleaser. No one has anything bad to say about SF – No one. The only complaint is that you can’t get a good coffee here, but that’s a given in the US. I thought I was in luck this morning because I found a … Continue reading I’m in saaaan fraaan sisco, and yes – I’m wearing flowers in my hair
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