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Janyooairy

Posted on January 30th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Hullo lovers of all things, Janyooairy! ‘010 already eh? Hell, we’re 1/12th of the way through it! Conan’s been reamed by Leno. Haiti fall down go BOOOOOOM and I’ve washed the floorboards with the steam mop at least once. That’s Janyooairy for ya. A mixed bag if ever I’ve had one (and we ALL know, I’ve had ‘one’). Ok two. (the colostomy doesn’t count. How could it?!) Ok, nine times, tops. Get off my back!

Lessee… Oh, in December I did this, with my best friend. A Christianful Nativity… Itchy Style.

NOTHING giggles up my goat’s coat more than doing that with her. Damn, she’s fun! Deranged, obvs, but Eff Yoo En. A belated thanks to Toby Jean and Nooly Thomas (holy crap, that’s the cutest pic ever!) for allowing us to muck up their stage. And a bigger thanks to industrial bean bag zips in taffeta frocks for not giving way. I think we’ll do it again. Sometime this year. A bit of a show. Might be here in my bathroom (which is having the shit renovated out of it, thanksforarksking) or could be in a wee venue somewhere with moisture proof seats. Stand by for more news in that area. Actually, you might wanna take a seat. Or yes, wander off. It’s your call.

If I’ve said it once it’s cause I had an audience who loved and approved of me. Miss Itchy is the most fun you can have with your best friend and 8 metres of stained haberdashery. Mark. My. Words.

Speaking of mad women with paint brushes, Haggar’s been knocking up some bloody lovely ahhhhrt of late. For those of you who don’t know, one of her paintings was chosen to be the cover of the Victorian Bushfires Royal Commission Report (banner at top of page a SMALL sample of Hagg’s work). She’s been heavily involved with the Arts Alliance up in Kinglake, submitting gorgeous works for exhibition and sale. I fell in love with another one of her big pieces (oooh weh, Vicar) and she graciously sold it to me for a pittance, a pittance I tells ya! Now, all I need to do is wait for her to fall off her twig, penniless and missing one ear then I’m going on an auction frenzy, baby! I’m sittin on Blue Poles or The Portrait of Dr Gachet here, I tells ya!

In all seriousness, she’s good. She’s really proper good. Yes, she’s always been good, but man, this is a whole other level of accomplishment. (Do you get that she’s good at drawin n that? Have I painted the appropriate - word pickshar? Good! heh ) She’ll have her website up soon and you’ll be able to see some of her work. She doesn’t even colour outside the lines hardly ever, any more. Tops.

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In other Melbourne-centric news. This last week we lost, well no, we didn’t LOSE Dave. Cancer, shitty bloody pancreatic cancer came and got Dave and buggered off with him. No one here was finished with him. No one. Not his loving partner, Karen. His gorgeous babies, Spencer, Madeleine and Marieke. Not us. Hell, least of all, Dave! His memorial gig was last Thursday. It was a balls to the wall all out celebration of a great life. The most striking thing about the day was the complete representation of ALL facets of the comedy community. An unmitigated Full House. It’s the equivalent of The Ramones, Barry Manilow, Kiss, Emmylou Harris, Pavarotti, The Mattoid, Madonna and The Vapors all turning up for Celine Dion’s funeral - except not her, obvs. [insert someone REALLY good]. I simply can’t name another person in our industry who was so beloved and respected no matter which side of the stage you stood on. To say Dave will be sorely missed, is pithy. He leaves a gaping chasm that no one else will be able to fill. Those of us who knew him and were affected by him will simply be richer in every way for having done so.

Vale Dave. Say hi to Tarranto, Gibbo and Herouvim for us. Christ, there’s a show going on somewhere. We love you and miss you all very much. Hairy-Bum, do you need a new pair of thongs?

Go tell the people you love, how much you love them. Make sure your friends know what they mean to you. You can do it now when it counts or at the funeral when it really doesn’t carry the punch you’d like. S’your call.

Til next time.

fahey xxxx

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XMAS CARD TIME

Posted on December 26th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Some assembly required. Click here.

Hope your present to me is just held up in the mail strike.

You could always run it over. (just leave it at the bottom of the stairs)

Joyeux Noel from me, Him and our two wee ones. xxxx

Enjoy the card!

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Short Film Short List

Posted on December 21st, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff, News.

Let’s go! Tonight at midnight, they cull the field to the shortlist. Link to Nikon Film Festival here!

Help two hirsute boys make the cut. Help their Momma get a new Nikon D5000…. mmmmm, cameray goodness….

Please take a moment to register and comment, it’s Xmas or something.

Thanks!

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See My Short Film

Posted on December 13th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Or fillum as my Dad would say. It’s here. My Short Fillum. Go see it. Love it. Leave a comment.

Nikon are holding a short film contest. They ask, “So what’s it like to be you? Capture the essence of your day in a video of 140 seconds or less. It can be funny, touching or profound. It can be about everything you did, everything you didn’t do, the day’s biggest dilemma or its most telling detail.” As you can see, we went for ‘profound’. Living with a three year old with a large vocabulary is a lesson in, keeping a straight face. What’s the prize, you ask? Camera’s and stuff, mainly. I don’t expect to win, they judge on image quality - my trusty Canon aint no Nikon 5000D - and some of the entrants have used these gorgeous cameras. It’s like the difference between the Mona Lisa and an Etch-a-Sketch pic. But it was fun, Spike was in fine form and Mo in a mo is always good for giggles.

In other news, we have an Itchy gig this week. An Itchy Nativity - kinda says it all, doesn’t it? Guess which one of us is playing the Virgin Maree? Guess which one of us never ever gets a root - even when he’s married! The delightful Dr Grog, Tim Harris will be our able Narrator/Wise Man and lil one ball Adrian Calear will be the Arc Angel Gabriel and a Wise Man. We may or may not check his prosthetic plum. What are you waiting for?

Haggs was over her the other day and we wrote our play then cleaned up the pee. We have SO much fun, writing. It’s just the best part. We squealed and wheezed and wee’d! Just the old days… Come see us blaspheme, if there are any tickets left. It’s a long night with a LOT of Melbourne’s best and brightest character performers, we’ll be your rancid cream with a cherry on top.

So what do you have to do before you continue with your Xmas shopping, Hanukkah candle lighting or Kwanza… being black-ing? That’s right, click on the link to “Spike and Morrison’s Day… in moustaches.” and then click on the link to buy tickets to our very christianful Nativity play.

Good!

I do love, plans.

Miss Candy-Girl’s keeper xxxx

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Thanksgiving

Posted on November 26th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

For them, mainly.

For their perfect (albeit giant) heads. Their sticky fingers. Their tiny toes, smooshy faces, wet kisses and violent hugs. I am thankful for their squeals of delight and the way they have ravaged my once supermodel lithe body (shaddap).

Thanksgiving is my favourite Yank holiday. I’m sorry, that should read, favorite Yank holiday. Lunch will be tomorrow in the Southern Hemisphere. Here in Fitzroy. Turkey has STILL been ridiculously hard to come by - thanks to a spot of rain yesterday which turned Melbournians into a bunch of sissy Angelinos - panicked closures of entire shopping centres (it’s JUST rain ferfuckssake!) and power outages forcing the closure of the rest of the state, it seems! PFFFF! Can’t buy fresh turkey in the rain you say… Well, stuff ya! I’ll hormone pump a cornish game hen or a Fitzroy pigeon if I have to! Still, nothing will affect my baked pumpkin cheesecake. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm hullo sugar coma! I get to make my chicken sage sausage and turkish bread stuffing (it’s SO not stuffing, it’s a side dish of carbs carbs carbs) and feed my family. SUCH fun! THEN like proper people, we can s t a r t to think about, Xmas. I’ll miss the Black Friday sales though. It’s not the holidays without news of someone being trampled to death at WalMart waiting in line for a $300 plasma screen tv or $299 BBQ setting.

For them. And ‘im. Oh, V pleased with ‘im. Utterly, blissfully, lucky to have ‘im.

JACKPOT. Blessed.

Me xxxx

(ok AND the new telly. I am very thankful for you too, telly!)

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