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Wow…this is different…me writing a blog. I sure missed blogging…and my avid reader Olivia probably did too. I feel I need to get something down regarding what's going through my mind as I get ready to perform the role of Kate Monster in Brisbane Arts Theatre's Avenue Q (tickets here ). It's a role I've always wanted to play, closely followed by Elle Woods in  Legally Blonde , or the fiercely fighting fit Brooke Wyndham from the same show, Kathy Selden from Singin' in the Rain , Mary Poppins from err...and if I can somehow get a good enough tan and resemble a boy -  Simba from The Lion King.  So, as you can imagine, playing Kate Monster is a massive win for me and I thought I'd just run through a few of my odd performing moments that have gotten me to this point.  It all began with a very special moment in grade three. With Kate Monster.  I was performing with my sister Katie in a jazz ballet concert. There were two dances to perform - a snippe

Watch this video. I'll refer to it later. But please come back to my blog…although I'll totally understand if you just go on to watch the best Scrubs moments. There are always people in worse situations than you and it's instances like the following little (probably overly exaggerated) anecdote that reminds me. A few weeks' ago I went shopping with my mate Jess. I am a terrible shopper. I hate it. So, she often has to bribe me with, "Come shopping with me? I'll buy you dinner?" Waiting for payday and with $12.28 in my bank account with my gym membership (an ambitious $15.95) to come out the following day, I felt I had no choice but to willingly oblige to a free feed, oh and of course Jess' delightful company. My step-mum has had to do the same in the past when it's come to shopping: "Come to Bunnings, I'll buy you an ice cream!!!!?!!!???" "No!!!!! ……Hang on…what sort of ice cream?" I like to think my disli

The text message instructions for Easter were simple and riddled with good intentions: "Heading to Mother Goose's place for Easter. BYO guitars. Mother's request." "Excellent," I thought to myself, letting my internal monologue run wild with my head tilted slightly like JD's many moments from the show Scrubs . "At long last I'll be able to jam with my brothers and they'll finally realise we should definitely be in a band." It wasn't the first time we'd played music together. Rewind to 1998. I was in grade six and had written lyrics for a song I thought was the next big hit. Titled, 'Sitting watching TV'…how could it not be a hit? I had run into my brother's room, "Nick, Nick! I've written some lyrics!" Enthusiastically he also thought I was onto a winner and graciously matched my carefully crafted words, "Sitting watching TV, hear the phone ring…is that for me?" with some v

Hello!  Without a worthwhile reason why I haven't blogged for the past three or so months, I'll just get on with it with a 'three months that were' literary voyage…hold onto your hats.  If you enjoy any of the subjects below and would like elaboration, please advise and I'll use it to theme future posts.   THE THREE MONTHS THAT WERE I…. Mastered parallel parking. It only took almost 10 years of driving. I still have to turn down the radio's volume and ask passengers to not speak a word while I engage in maximum concentration.  Injured one of the most unattractive muscles , an adductor muscle in my groin. This happened trying to incorporate a front facing switch leap into a dance routine while rehearsing for Legally Blonde The Musical. Needless to say it didn't end well and over Christmas I was walking around rubbing this muscle realising this action was possibly socially unacceptable. My family gave me little sympathy probably because I mi