My top
eleven favourite bits of my time in Australia:
1) Having a
picnic at Hanging Rock (and realising I’m more happy to sit down than see the
summit of anything)
2) Finding the
best shop ever ‘TYPO’ and being so overawed by brilliant stationery that I
wanted to do a little cry.
3) Degraves
street in Melbourne and Café Nova (where men often serve you cake wearing vests
or ‘singlets’ if you’re Australian)
4) Plodging in
the sea at Henley beach in Adelaide. If you are not from the North East of
England, you may refer to this as paddling. I prefer ‘plodging’ as it’s more
onomatopoeic. My skirt was too long so I made it into a nappy. Oh yes, I’m sexy
too.
5) Falling in
love with breakfast again. Aussies know how to eat.
6) When the
temperature dropped in Adelaide. I am made for cardigan weather. I know that
now.
7) Home cooked
food from my friend Melinda in Brisbane.
8) Seeing a
great big fuck off lizard just on the pavement in Brisbane. He wasn’t in a zoo
or anything.
9) Seeing an
old lady in a panda hat in Adelaide Zoo. They should just say they haven’t got
a panda.
10) Seeing a
Cassowary in the same zoo and overhearing a conversation near us detailing how
she (the cassowary) had killed her boyfriend.
11) Every time I
made Juliet Meyers laugh.
The reason I
love festivals so much is new audiences, being inspired by other comedians and
spending time with bloody lovely funny friends. Roll on Edinburgh Fringe.
