Don’t be allamaed (and all the other puns)

I am, no question, living the fantasy life for a middle-aged middle-class New Zealander. I have now swapped my adorable…

How do monsters fly without wings?

Even though the covid-whatsit has gone back to mostly being a thing happening in other places here for now, I’m…

One nice thing this sometimes stinkypoo year has been the chance to take online classes with people who like the…

In a strange old year, the Wellington improv community was ridiculously lucky to have an international improv festival (albeit one…

Hah, a friend asked to borrow some half masks for a workshop he was planning – and I realised I…

From a weekly 2 hour group portrait group session, ink on A3 toned paper

I’m part of a team of improv friends who regularly take part in an annual New Zealand 48hr film competition. …

My big improv project this year, the most “me” show I’ve done in a while, have been devising and directing…

For January/February I signed up to a most excellent six week course in MC skills, run by the most excellent…

Grave of Bridget (d 1891) and Cornelius (d 1904) Counahan, Mount Street Cemetery in Wellington. I’m fascinated that for even…