Category: comedy writing

I’m on the internet a lot. People think my job is hanging out on Facebook and Twitter and finding hilarious things for them to laugh at. I won’t go into it now (get excited about lots of work talk later) but that’s not all I do. Some times, when the mood strikes me, I enter a competition. That’s right kids, when you are on the pulse of social media, you can win free stuff, which is awesome. Because everyone loves free stuff.

 Anyway, the sole reason I entered this competition was because they asked me to send an email with the subject title ‘Half A Uterus’. It was an awesome tagline and because the person who was running the competition sounded hilarious and someone I would probably enjoy. I entered.  

 

At the outbreak of the First World War, nationals of countries at war with Australia were labelled ‘enemy aliens’.
With official concerns that they threatened national security, enemy nationals were put into internment camps across Australia.

I conducted a series of interviews about the Berrima Internment camp which became the following audio feature. It was broadcast on SBS Hungarian program and introduced by Kata Kiss

http://www.sbs.com.au/podcasts/player/embed/id/142547

Berrima Internment Camp

This is the view from my window in London.
I never hear any birds here, only in the very early hours of the morning around 3am can I start to hear them sing. 

This snapshot was taken before I left Australia.
This isn’t my bed or my house.
(Although I did sleep here.)
Its just a beautiful memory that makes me feel happy and reminds me of summer.

When I think of Home I think of the ocean.
My friends and I wake up at dawn to go surfing. We drive down the coast and wiggle into our cold wetsuits.  There is nothing better than paddling out and watching the sun rise.

It gets to the stage when you need to stop scribbling in notebooks and start ‘taking things seriously’.

This is my first attempt at  ‘serious’ and to be honest I plan on taking a few creative liberties.
I edit, report, find and photograph.
I write stories for children and for adults who used to be children.
I try my hand at poetry.
I am a self confessed people watcher.