2015 was a year of hard work, heartbreak and incredible joy. Some people I love and admire endured tragedy this year, we lost more friends to cancer and many of my friends lost parents.
In March, my Clown Doctor colleagues, Dr S. Duffer and Dr P. Brain and I had a lovely visit to Sydney Children’s Hospital with three members of the Australian cricket team, Brad Haddin, Nathan Lyons and the captain Steve Smith. Lovely blokes who spent hours with very sick kids, told corny jokes and when we took the mickey out of them they were great sports.
My mum went to live in a nursing home
I visited beautiful kids at the Royal Deaf and Blind School with Dr Noodles
In May I received a four-star review for my second solo show and sold out my last performance a the Enmore Theatre for the 2015 Sydney Comedy Festival Looking For Mike Brady
I didn’t find Mike Brady but I developed a crush that lasted all year
In September I wrote and performed my third solo show A Real State for the 2015 Sydney Fringe Comedy Festival
The worst federal government in Australian political history realised they had to ditch the idiot at the top and replace him with a sly fox
In October I played Dream Cricket in Bowral with very special children
In November I travelled to Queensland to giggle, train, sing, laugh and be inspired by my Clown Doctor colleagues from around Australia
In December, I kissed a few babies, met Fred Nile and stood for the federal seat of North Sydney for The Arts Party. About 2% of the electorate voted for me
Then I spent an incredible night with Dr Boogie at Taronga Zoo for Dreamnight, and a week later flew around Sydney with a bunch of amazing families on a large QANTAS jet then had a joyful day at Bear Cottage
I shot two ads and did some fabulous corporate jobs thanks to my marvellous agents
The heartbreaking deaths of Sandra Bland and Miss Dhu taught us that we still have a long way to go if we want to end the high rates of black people dying in custody
White Australia failed to acknowledge Aboriginal people in our constitution
Sharks ate lots of humans this year, Adam Goodes retired and despite finding a Boeing flaperon, MH370 is still missing
In Paris, Syria, Beirut and Afghanistan innocents were murdered and suicide bombers went off
I spent another wonderful year being a fool in hospitals in the presence of beautiful families, while the mothers of MEB helped me parent. 2015 has been an exhausting and inspiring year of madness
Anxiety, paranoia and sheer terror are all the right ingredients for a successful performance. Tonight I’m performing my solo stand up comedy show ‘Looking For Mike Brady’ for the 2015 Sydney Comedy Festival at the Enmore Theatre and I can’t wait to meet my audience, if not my future husband.
“The loveliest of faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy” Persian Proverb
With one week to go before my Sydney Comedy Festival solo show opens I’ve started having my regular nightmares. In the latest one I am backstage at the Enmore Theatre (the venue for my current show), which then morphs into a Wembley Stadium size venue, and for the rest of the dream I embark on a Spinal Tap-esque hunt for the stage I am going to perform on. In the back corridors and bowels of this massive arena I meet footy players, rock stars, roadies, other comedians and officials and I ask every one of them if they know the way to my part of the venue as, “I’m on in five minutes.” Everyone ignores me or laughs in my face as I grow more and more anxious because I know I have an audience, I just don’t know where they are. Every time I wake up thinking that I am late for my show or that I’ve forgotten to get to the venue, I have to look at my phone to check the date and time. It is always around 2.30am.
When I was at acting school 20 years ago, my regular recurring dream was being back stage and other actors coming up to me and laughing in my face because I’d put the wrong make up on for the play we were in. Then one grotesque looking actor would snatch the script from my hand so I had no idea which play we were performing.
I guess the recurring anxiety about my show means I give a rats about the outcome. So please come to my show, I promise to turn down the volume on my neurotic brain
One month today I’ll be performing at the Enmore Theatre for Sydney Comedy Festival in my solo comedy show ‘Looking For Mike Brady.’ My show is all about what a hot catch I am for a wealthy architect (not really). Without an audience I’m not that funny (ask my children), so please come and see my show, it is yet another of my finely researched single mother get rich quick schemes.
Bring your best friends, good looking architects and Sam the Butcher, I’ll be at The Enmore Theatre for two nights, Wednesday April 29 and Friday May 1 at 9.30pm
Come along and see me act like a silly person on stage.
You can book tickets at: http://www.sydneycomedyfest.com.au/