It’s pissing down. Like that time when you’d been out for too long, drank too many lattes and, getting home, crashed through the house clumsily, dropping keys and bags and stuff onto the hard wood floor as you ran. Eventually, exploding into the toilet, you pissed like a firehose, strong enough to break the porcelain, KEEP READING
Archives for May 2017
This May, Adelaide audiences were lucky to be treated to such an extraordinary retelling of George Orwell’s seminal work, 1984. This show of 1984 is utterly arresting.
Brad Coleman, tattoo artist, friend, crazy dreamer, died this month. This is my little thank you note to him for sharing a part of his journey with me.