Is taken from this video:
It’s very good.
Is taken from this video:
It’s very good.
This film was created by Chris Lewis of ABC Open.
I watched it on News24 today and was gobsmacked.
So. Many. Budgies.
So The Bird was a revelation.
What a great venue.
Small, intimate – yet with quite a lot of seating.
(a little warm – but hey it’s winter soon… please tell me winter is happening this year)
It was the first night of Barefaced since the Blue Room season ended and we were all pretty hyped up.
Would anyone come?
What would the venue be like?
Would our stories be any good?
Can I remember my story??
No notes remember.
And how would the “out of the hat” idea work?
Well it was a great success IMHO.
First, the venue was packed, and thanks to those of you who came along to support me, and the other story tellers of course.
The venue was great.
Our stories were good – and I remembered (most of) mine.
And the out of the hat idea where two wildcard storytellers were drawn out on the night to tell their stories worked too.
Highlights – Shirley’s reaction when she wins the blue ribbon, Andrea’s Chooky Fowler (OMG hilarious!), Alison telling how she wagged school and was sent to hospital was classic and George’s trekking tale brought back some memories – I related!
The next session is last Tuesday of April – which is the day after Easter – and the theme is Heroes and Villains.
If you want to have a go – go to the website – and come along to our workshopping sessions – the more the merrier!
I was witness to a very special moment this weekend at a barbecue celebrating our storytelling success at the Blue Room… watch out for Barefaced Stories at a pub near you soon!
A few weeks ago, Ali and I signed up for a storytelling course… you remember that nude beach story… that course…
Anyway during that course Alison told this fabulous story about how as a 19 year old girl fresh from the country she met an artist (read: picked up an artist from a bustop) and how he was keen to sculpt her vagina.
The story is fabulous and when the podcast is out I will share it here.
So I won’t go into details… but after she told that story, two other participants decided they HAD to find the sculpture.
I had the same idea and I was going to use social media to find it but they were far more practical.
The guy who found it – lets call him Sean – just went round to the house and asked the guy living there if it was still around. The guy said he’d look and three days later Sean drove past and saw it on the verge ready for him to pick up.
Alison had no idea.
And no one told her.
For hours we watched and waited for her to notice the small “half-a-carton” sized piece of limestone on the grass.
When the moment came, her reaction was priceless.
Witness for yourself.
Just a video today.
This is one of my favourites from my daughter’s early days.
Here she’s about 14 months old.
A determined wee lassie.
Many people can’t watch this film without wincing.
I’m not sure what it says about my parenting style but I can assure you that no children – or for that matter teacups – were hurt in the making of this video.
I hope you love it.
Well as if I would know, I’m only his mother!
So has he been kissed?
Watch the video to find out.
And I thought my alarm was bad.
These birds were so loud this morning.
I felt I was in the Hitchcock film “The Birds”.
And such an unattractive call.
As seen on Qanda and via Hoyden – if you have missed this – here it is again for your pleasure.
Oh and the original ad it is based on (fan my brow) is here:
Thanks to Tigtog
I’ve been looking at some old family videos which we’ve recently digitised, and came across this one of my son’s second cello lesson.
Here he is learning to bow.
My friend The Poshi and I decided we’d share lessons and get our sons learning Suzuki cello.
I even bought a cello to encourage him, though I never learned to play myself.
That’s where the whole Cellobella name came from.
We lasted a year or two but the boys hated it… well my boy did.
I think he was too young.
And in retrospect he must have found reading the music so hard given his undiagnosed need for glasses.
He plays the piano now and I don’t have to force him to practice.
And yes, I still have my cello.
In the back room.
Untouched by human hand for years.
Funnily enough I discovered that my boss also has an untouched cello which she’s never learned to play.