I heard the interview yesterday and pricked up my ears when one of the men said ‘’my wife got a job at Circa’’. Then realised there is so many involved in a production and that it was probably Dave talking. (Husband-related curiosity on my part). Anyway wishing you rude good health and all lower limbs intact!
brisk pairs of women marching terriers, talking loudly and urgently about Book-A-Bach". Living adjacent to the entrance to one of our wonderful Wellington walkways, this resonated so much with me.
Your description of sickbed essentials through one’s decades made me chuckle, Leah. Hoping you’re back to full-throttle very soon so you can join in opening week’s excitement.
Coincidentally, as I was reading this on Easter morning, my daughter came through, seeking a sick bucket for her 3-year old. Uh-oh. Could be a fun day ahead. Happy Easter!
Oh no - hope your up and steady-legged with eyes fixed on the horizon — only you could make the ghastly seem like fun (to the reader)
Great interview. Got ticket.
Maybe someone (hint to Leah)should write an article on famous/almost famous people who are Posties in their spare time. If you're not already up (and laughing) the Te Papa exhibition The Postie Look: A timeline of fashion should help
How do you do it? Only you could write about illness and be charmingly funny. And your prose. I am so in awe. this:!!!
…some big dick with a tiny muffler who decides to rip along the streets on a motorbike, just for the pleasure of waking up babies and old people. Also, our house overlooks a public lane, and I’ve been disturbed too many times in the pre-dawn by brisk pairs of women marching terriers, talking loudly and urgently about Book-A-Bach.
I heard the interview yesterday and pricked up my ears when one of the men said ‘’my wife got a job at Circa’’. Then realised there is so many involved in a production and that it was probably Dave talking. (Husband-related curiosity on my part). Anyway wishing you rude good health and all lower limbs intact!
Yes Dave’s wife Caroline manages Circa! They’re a powerhouse creative couple
‘I’ve got a big week coming, as on this day, Jesus probably said’ = much snorting and guffawing.
Glad you are on the mend. Good luck for opening night (and all the nights thereafter).
Thanks Lucy!
brisk pairs of women marching terriers, talking loudly and urgently about Book-A-Bach". Living adjacent to the entrance to one of our wonderful Wellington walkways, this resonated so much with me.
Me too! I always feel like they’re talking about ‘the Sounds’ (in posh rounded vowels) or going to Pilates.
Thanks for subscribing, John!
Well done Leah.The show will be a huge success and the publicity has been very good.
You are the only writer able to make vomiting interesting.
Snorters! Now THAT is a compliment
Your description of sickbed essentials through one’s decades made me chuckle, Leah. Hoping you’re back to full-throttle very soon so you can join in opening week’s excitement.
Coincidentally, as I was reading this on Easter morning, my daughter came through, seeking a sick bucket for her 3-year old. Uh-oh. Could be a fun day ahead. Happy Easter!
Oh, bless them both!
Always love your newsletter!
Thank you x
Oh no - hope your up and steady-legged with eyes fixed on the horizon — only you could make the ghastly seem like fun (to the reader)
Great interview. Got ticket.
Maybe someone (hint to Leah)should write an article on famous/almost famous people who are Posties in their spare time. If you're not already up (and laughing) the Te Papa exhibition The Postie Look: A timeline of fashion should help
And good work with the option/shift/hyphen bizzo.
Oh I’m thrilled you’re going! I’ll be there opening night, though will be a mad chook at interval I expect
How do you do it? Only you could write about illness and be charmingly funny. And your prose. I am so in awe. this:!!!
…some big dick with a tiny muffler who decides to rip along the streets on a motorbike, just for the pleasure of waking up babies and old people. Also, our house overlooks a public lane, and I’ve been disturbed too many times in the pre-dawn by brisk pairs of women marching terriers, talking loudly and urgently about Book-A-Bach.
I probably talk too loudly in that lane but it’s SO ANNOYING
Break a leg!! (Does it count if the publicist breaks a leg off stage?)
I’d rather break a leg than my neck so thanks Dan!!!! Haha