Obligatory Blog

My monkey. So apparently I’m the only one who’s surprised by my collapse, physical and emotional, this week. I feel stupid to have not seen it coming, all I can say in my defence is that when it comes to anticipating the inevitable burn out resulting from this mad past few months, I simply did not have time to think about it. A closing night celebration with some of the Unexpected crew and friends! With 2012 thus far comprising not one, but three trips to Adelaide, including

The roller coaster is almost at its end. I am utterly exhausted in each and every way. I heard some terribly sad news today about a friend of mine from Canada who passed away suddenly a few days ago; I went into shock followed by sadness followed immediately by what I can only describe as emotional disconnection, my body/psyche knowing full well that in the midst of this insanity, I need to put any kind of “dealing” on hold until next week. I am constantly reminded that a) li

If it weren’t for energy drinks and Melbourne coffee, I would be in a coma right now. Highlights of the past few days: – undoubtedly doing a guest spot in Spanzac Ballet, a late night glam rock gig at the HiFi Festival Club last night. I sang Skyhooks. I covered my poor lyric recall with a stunning lightning bolt across my face. I then proceeded to be approached by half of Melbourne’s tipsy wildlife on the walk back to the car. It was pretty damn epic. Lipstick. Is there anyt

I finally get why they call it "teasing". Because that shizz is NASTY. I know I sing it onstage every night, but life really is an unexpected variety show. The shows have been mostly beautiful – opening night was solid, despite a couple of tech hitches, second night just popped big-time (wish to heavens I’d had the sense to make that one my media night, as we’d sorted out some of the teething issues from the night before! My bad, I’ve learned a good lesson though!) but tonigh

Above: nice little piece in Beat Magazine. If you’re mad keen – and why wouldn’t you be? (I’M TALKING TO YOU, HUBBY-WHO-NEVER-READS-MY-PUBLICITY-WHY-WON’T-YOU-LOVE-ME-LIKE-A-ROCKSTAR?!) you can read the story here. Oh and while we’re in the plugging mood there’s also a profile piece at the moment on arts hub with me chatting about the influences of my big brother, Eddie Izzard and feeling “entitled” to success. 🙂 The last time I was in Melbourne for last year’s Melbourne Fri

1. The stomach bug has left the building! Huzzah! It’s at least had the courtesy to take turns between us here family members, meaning that at least one person is okay enough to man the fort while the others lie spread-eagle on any flat surface, moaning and groaning and all the rest…plus nestled itself most conveniently between last weekend’s Powerhouse shows and my upcoming season at Melbourne International Comedy Festival – I leave Saturday (AAAGGGHH!) so you know. There’s

Me and my siblings. Can you see the resemblance? This weekend was personally epic on several levels. 1. It was my hubby’s and my 10th wedding anniversary. The hubbster and I at the Powerhouse. 2. We celebrated in a last-minute hotel splurge in the city, to coincide with… 3. Closing night of my brief but delish run of “An Unexpected Variety Show” at Brisbane Powerhouse… I do believe the first person I saw perform in this theatre was Tim Minchin, now that I think of it! Cool. H