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Everyone's a Comedian

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Last month I made my stand-up comedy debut. As you do.

On arriving in London last April I set myself the challenge of doing stand-up before Christmas. 17th January? Close enough. But why would I do this? Well, funny you should ask.

Growing up the little sister of my two brothers, and with a mother who is quite the kitchen table joker, my wit muscle was exercised from an early age. Since childhood, humour has most definitely been a tool for me – as a mechanism of defense, particularly when I’m nervous, it's also great for connecting with people. But rarely, if ever, do I set out to make people laugh, it just kind of happens, and I often shock myself.

I was always interested in performance, but as I grew older I found the world of acting to be too fake – both on and off stage – and that just wasn't me. I had never considered stand-up comedy as a career option (or any option for that matter), and so I pursued the public service as my profession.

Over the past decade I have found myself drawn more and more to comedy as an outlet, with the rise of the podcast it has grown into a passion, and may be nearing obsession. I’m a big fan if Wil Anderson – more so for his podcast, TOFOP/FOFOP, than his stand-up or variations of Gruen. A big reason for this is that, in his podcasts, he is so genuine and inquisitive, and that he’s able to both open my mind about life and makes me laugh is no mean feat.

Everyone's a Comedian: Wil Anderson

As Wil says, comedians are modern day philosophers, and I agree – well, the good ones, anyway. In a nutshell they stand up and point out all the not-so-great things in the world but do so with laughter, not put us in a state of fear, which seems to be the modus operandi of the mainstream media.

Russell Brand is another favourite of mine who does this. Perhaps he’s a bit much for some, but I think what the likes of Wil and Russ are doing is genius. Their use of humour, which is so disarming, to make as laugh at ourselves and the systems we all subscribe to while expanding our perspectives is pretty clever in my book.

This all got me thinking about voicing my own views of the world, though not in a way that was serious and self-righteous – people don't respond well to that, but they do respond to humour. I pondered that idea for a good few years, then late 2013 I signed up to an eight week stand-up course with London’s Hoopla.

Nervous at first, the course turned out to be my weekly release during what became a very stressful time. Each week the class had to prepare about three minutes of material, which would culminate into a ‘best of’ set to be showcased at The Miller, an extremely popular pub and performance venue in central London. No pressure!

Everyone's a Comedian: Wil Anderson

So each week I got up and voiced the things that were puzzling me, doing so with a humorous spin, without the limitations of political correctness, only to have people laugh along in agreement. What’s not to love about that? As well as that, the course covered various improv games and exercises to get those funny bones firing.

I was most surprised by the fact that material is so readily available – basically, it’s those thoughts we all have on a daily basis but wouldn’t dare dream of saying out loud. Stand-up comedy affords you that dream. And it can be incredibly cathartic as each giggle indicates a person or people who shares in your thoughts or opinions.

Midway through the course a group of my fellow budding comedians and I went to an open mic night – just to watch. Our teacher, Max Dickins, himself a comedian, taught us that watching others trying to be funny will help us realise how good we actually are. He’s right, so very right. We suffered through seventeen acts, all of which had something in common – they were trying to be funny, using multiple one-liners without any flow, but weren’t actually funny. They didn’t share anecdotes or air frustrations, which we had by now learned is what an audience responds to and connects with. The best advice Max gave me was that the audience wants to like you, so let them.

Soon enough, showcase night came around, with thirteen of us making our stand-up debut.

Max, who was also our emcee for the evening, had guided us through the course like a fairy godmother, and reassured us that we were there to have fun. A fellow deputing comedian pointed out that all of our friends were coming to see us for the first time, that they were going to be at their most supportive, and that we were never going to get a room full of this much support ever again. Slightly bummed that she was probably right, it gave me a great deal of comfort in that moment, and in that moment I needed it – I was second on the line up!

The room was so full that we had to give up our seats. Whilst this was a little intimidating, the more people in the room the greater the probability that at least some would find us amusing. The first debutant was brilliant. As I said to her dad afterwards, I could not have picked a better support act (thanks Alice). She set the standard for the evening and that standard was high. Then her five minutes were up and I was on.

Everyone's a Comedian

The most brilliant thing about the venue was that you could see no further than the front row, so from the stage I was staring into a humming darkness, waiting for my first laugh. And when it comes from the crowd it’s like a wave of calm rolling over you, and it’s amazing – I’ve got this.

I’m not going to go into the details of my set, or anyone else’s for that matter – I couldn’t do them justice in writing. All I will say is that everyone did a great job, and I am so proud of each of us for doing what most people would regard as their biggest fear. I have been to professional comedy gigs where by the end of the night the energy in the room is very low, but not this night. I was honestly amazed by the standard – I think even our fairy godmother was surprised!

The highlight of the evening was actually on the way out, when I overheard someone saying that they really liked ‘that girl on second’. This experience has left me firmly with the view that anyone can be a comic, as long as you are genuine to your own voice and are prepared to fail.

This is a class where, in that room, you forget about all the crap around you that’s getting you down and have a laugh at it instead. So much did I enjoy it that I’m going back for level two!

Everyone's a Comedian: Russell Brand

Max Dickins will be previewing his Edinburgh Comedy Festival show on 23 February in Camden, check out his website for more information. You can also enjoy his shenanigans on his highly acclaimed podcast Dregs.

The next stand up course for Hoopla starts on 24 March or you may also be interested in their improv classes, check their website for details.

Wil Anderson is also on touring various places and shouldn't be missed at this year's Melbourne International Comedy Festival (my face may even be on the poster). For tickets to his MICF show see Ticketmaster. Or you might want to listen to his award winning comedy podcast, TOFOP/FOFOP.

My new addiction is Wil's new podcast Wilosophy, which, while not necessarily funny, is a good listen. The latest episode has Australian muso Ben Lee and is fascinating. If you're a fan of the Gruens you must listen to the first episode.
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The People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan

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Elizabeth Egan does things I could only dream about. Actually, even in my dreams I’m conscious of the reality of my abilities and don’t have those kinds of wild aspirations. Elizabeth does; although for her they’re not aspirations, they’re tangible goals that she sets herself and achieves. Elizabeth is a scientist, but first and foremost Elizabeth is a runner.

High-performance sport has long been a passion for Elizabeth. Influenced by her coach from a young age, she became increasingly interested in what was behind the athlete and their abilities – what made them able to do what they could and how particular types of training could make them better at it. ‘I’ve always wanted to be a better athlete’, she tells me, ‘I love working with people and I want to make the most of their talent’.

So far does Elizabeth’s passion for helping athletes extend that she completed a PhD in sports science – looking into the biological impacts of athletic activity. Towards the end of her studies she also managed to find the time to represent Ireland at the World University Cross Country Championships. Most recently she has edited the culmination of four years’ research into a book Notes from higher grounds: an altitude training guide for athletes, which provides information and advice on some of the world’s best altitude training locations. Oh, did I mention Elizabeth also likes to travel.

People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan: Altitude Training
Notes from higher grounds...by Dr Elizabeth Egan
It was a break following completion of her PhD that got her started. ‘I wanted to go to Africa, and in 2004 I decided to go to Kenya to train there for a while. I soon realised that running was a great way to see the world,’ she says of her ability to combine her two passions – running and travel. ‘In 2006 I decided to travel to more places and write a book about it.’ While I wonder if that’s clouding the pleasure of travel with work, Elizabeth assures me it’s not. ‘It makes such a difference to be doing something that I’m really passionate about; it doesn’t really feel like work most of the time’.

Being a lay-person, my extensive knowledge of altitude training amounts to it being something I hear mentioned during the sports segment of the news, as something footballers might do during the off-season. Elizabeth enlightens me, in as simple a way as possible, about how ‘above 1,600 metres air pressure the body detects the lower oxygen levels in the blood and increases production of a hormone that increases the synthesis of red blood cells that carry oxygen around the body.’ Right; got it so far. The increase in red blood cell mass, which she tells me is very important to endurance performance, is particularly beneficial to endurance athletes.

But apparently it makes you slower. ‘There are some limitations,’ says Elizabeth, ‘it’s simply harder [to run at the same pace you might at sea-level], due to lack of oxygen, so you have to strike a balance between quality speed work at sea-level and oxygen-boosting training at altitude’.

People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan: Altitude Training
Training in Kenya - photo credit Elizabeth Egan
Like I said, I only know about altitude training because it’s where some clubs send their teams, however the reason Elizabeth wrote her book is to make this type of training accessible to anyone, not just professionals with the right contacts at the venues. ‘I wanted to show that anyone could train there, and benefit from it.’ As Elizabeth notes, for the professionals this type of training is ‘icing on the cake, it’s the extra little thing that may make the difference between being a world championship finalist and a medal winner.’

And for someone who’s serious about their running, but not quite that serious? ‘Training in a different place is good for motivation; training in places like Kenya and Ethiopia can be very inspiring, and training at altitude for sub-elite athletes can help prepare them for when they reach a high level.’ Even if you’re not aiming for a higher level of ability, Elizabeth says there are benefits for athletes at all levels from having extra red blood cells.

Although interested in athletics, running and training techniques for a long time, it wasn’t until that 2004 trip to Kenya that Elizabeth first experienced the benefits of altitude for herself. ‘I probably trained too hard’, she says, ‘so it wasn’t the most successful trip I’ve been on’. Apparently this is a common problem for many altitude first timers. ‘I always advise people going to altitude to have their iron [needed to make red blood cells] levels checked about six weeks before they go, and to take it easy for the first two weeks.’ The benefits of altitude also extend to just being at height, so there’s no need to push it too hard to start with.

Notes from higher grounds… includes tips and advice for travelling to the 15 different training venues Elizabeth has experienced firsthand. According to Elizabeth it’s ‘basically a travel guide…including how to get there, some places for athletes to stay, the sorts of facilities they should expect, what the trains are like, and what activities there are to fill the hours between training’. And it fills a gap in the market. ‘When I was planning to go to Kenya for the first time, I found it very difficult to get [the] information [I needed].’ It was a number of years before she decided to take the prospect of collating the information she herself couldn’t find seriously, however the decision to write the book was in itself a fast one, made in just 48 hours.

People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan: Altitude Training
Training in Kenya - photo credit Elizabeth Egan
The culmination of four years’ research, that comparatively spur of the moment decision can’t have been easy to fulfil. ‘The biggest challenge was running out of money a couple of times. I had to take a job in 2011 to raise funds to finish the travels, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t let the hard work I’d done up to that point go to waste.’

‘When I set out on this project I had no idea what I was doing. I had no experience writing a book, or the publishing industry, but I knew I wanted to write one, and had an idea of what I wanted to look like, so that went a long way.’ And it did, to 15 sites no less. ‘I now respect how much effort and time goes into researching and writing a book. Because I did everything myself, I learned so much about writing, editing, and designing a book. I can’t wait to start writing my second one – it should be much easier.’

A long time coming Elizabeth says ‘the best bit was holding the first copy of the book, hot off the printing press, in my hands. It blew me away!’ Extra special, given she not only undertook the travel and research for the book herself, she also started her own publishing company, Kukimbia Huru Publishing, to get it out to market. The only thing she didn’t do herself was name the company, ‘it was a friend that suggested I use the Swahili for run free – linking my passion for Africa and Kenya in particular, with my carefree approach to life. For me, it’s the perfect name.’

People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan: Altitude Training
Ethiopia - photo credit Elizabeth Egan
Of all the places she’s travelled, it’s clear that Africa is a favourite, but it was Mexico that had the biggest impact on Elizabeth during her research, probably more so due to her state of mind at the time. ‘That was the first country I visited for the book and I was really unprepared’, she explains, ‘I finished my job, changed address and got on a plane, all in the space of a few hours. I didn’t speak Spanish and just about everything that could go wrong did!’ This, unfortunately, included her bank putting a stop on her card. ‘All I could do was get on with it and make the best of things. My attitude changed and that definitely helped with the rest of my travels…things could go wrong, but that was part of the excitement of travelling.’ Elizabeth acknowledges that she quickly had to become content with her own company but that doing so in Mexico City, which she says is ‘completely mad’, helped her to come to terms with that.

And of Kenya, the location that sparked it all? ‘Kenya will always be one of my favourites; I’ve been six times already; that speaks for itself.’ Elizabeth notes that part of her mission in her travels has been to find somewhere that comes close to Kenya for her, and says she’s found two, ‘Flagstaff in Arzona and St Moritz in Switzerland – and I will definitely go back to those two.’ Not just yet though, ‘first I’m planning to go back to Ethiopia. A new camp has opened on the outskirts of Addis Ababa (Yaya Village), which I hear very good things about. That and I know I didn’t see all that beautiful country has to offer when I visited the first time.’

People In Your Neighbourhood: Elizabeth Egan: Altitude Training
St Moritz, Switzerland - photo credit Elizabeth Egan
Notes from higher grounds: an altitude training guide for endurance athletes by Dr Elizabeth Egan is available through Amazon. In future Elizabeth hopes to be running training camps through Altitude Training Camps, as well as continuing to provide health, lifestyle and training advice through Athlete Life Development.
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An Exercise in New Year's Resolve

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New Year's resolutions. Made with such belief, promise and most importantly, conviction. One resolution that is recycled every year is the ‘I will get healthy this year’ or ‘I will lose weight’ or ‘I will start exercising more’.

I will exercise more... (Summertime Jogging by Candida.Performa on Flickr).
If you’re anything like me, said determination (bordering on mild obsession) lasts for three or four weeks before things start to go pear shaped and you’re starting to slip off the bandwagon.

It starts with a birthday cake that shows up at work. What? No. You couldn’t possibly refuse. That would be outright rude, and you don’t want to offend the birthday girl.

Then there are dinners with friends. You haven’t seen them since last year (see what I did there) and you have loads to catch up on. You don’t want to be bathed in your own sweat by the time you see them and hair that has dried with the sweet smell of stale perspiration will draw attention for all the wrong reasons. Skip the gym, just this once, go on.

This year I made this very resolution. I will exercise more; I will eat healthier, I will go to that spin class even though it feels like hell on Earth… yada yada yada.

Considering it’s still early days I’m not at the stage where the excuses have started to flow…yet.

I’m sure my undertaking would be easier if I was someone who loved exercise. You all know who and what I mean. You meet these people at work, see them on TV and run into them on the street. You can see it in their faces. They’re in pain and they love it, they really, fucking love it.

She loves it, LOVES it...(Miami Fitness by Calibe Thompson on Flickr).
And deep down (actually you don’t even have to venture that deep) I secretly want that. I want to love exercise. I want to find joy in the burning in my thighs. I want to relish the stinging sensation that sweat brings on when it drips into my eyes. I want to…you get the idea right?

Sadly this is not the case. Take tonight’s gym class for instance (or even any gym class I’ve been to in the last three weeks, which is about three). Instead of walking away feeling larger than life, all I can feel is the wave of nausea rising from within my belly with my lungs feeling as though they’ll burst with the next breath I take.

I barely manage to make it to the ladies change room before I’m sure I’ll pass out or throw up, or both. It’s a good 15 minutes of sitting there with my head between my legs before I’m brave enough to start making my way home. 

Every night it’s the same. As I wander home in my exhausted stupor I hope that people won’t notice my weakened state and desperate fatigue, instead looking at my butt hugging tracksuit and fluorescent sneakers and thinking 'she could probably out run me'.

And there it is, the lesson in all of this: even if I don't end up fit, at least I can look it.

-Susie Obeid
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January in Review: Politics, Bieber and Doctors Who

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I’m sure you all had some New Year’s resolutions – lose weight, drink less, write that novel you’ve been working on for years… I get the feeling that when the Prime Minister, drunk with power on 31 December thought about his resolutions it went something along the lines of ‘I’ve shown the Australian public that I am incapable of any kind of political and economic leadership, now 2014 will be the year I show it to the world!’ Bless him, he has. And it’s only January.
 
Unfortunately for the attendees of The World Economic Forum held in Davos (not Davros, though keep Doctor Who in mind, I’ll get to that later), its original keynote speaker – a horse that could count – was forced to pull out at the last minute. After a long night of calling pretty well everyone on the planet in search of a replacement, organisers realised that the only man available was our Prime Minister, the right Honourable Tony ‘Reverse Robin Hood’ Abbott. That’s my theory anyway.
 
Month in Review - politics, bieber and doctor who

So our most prime of ministers packed up his speech, which was predominantly composed of recycled nonsensical slogans, and flew to Davos. Upon arriving and most likely spending some tax dollars on the minibar, Abbott was ushered on stage. Seems they must still have had the facilities to clean up the counting horse’s poop because Abbott was about to talk a lot of excrement.
 
There is an unspoken rule in global politics – leave the domestic stuff at home – which is something Abbott has previously forgotten, or was not reminded of by his minders. That, and he seems to think the world actually gives a toss about what is going on in little ol’ far away from everything, oh look at you over there, Australia. Here is a hint Tony, even the Australian public didn’t care enough about what was going on here, which is actually how you are where you are. You’ll show them.
 
Remember how I mentioned Doctor Who? Well, here is my analogy of Abbott’s talk. Imagine if Matt Smith went to a Star Trek convention and started talking about how much better he is than David Tennant. Nobody would understand what he was saying or why he was there, and anyone with a vague idea of what he was talking about would know he was lying or judge him as being bitter, twisted and not particularly up on diplomacy.

Month in Review - politics, bieber and doctor who

Moving from one annoying pain in the rear and onto another, Justin Bieber was arrested for a DUI in Florida this month. Yep little Biebz is all growed up and has a big boy car and spoilt brat attitude. Seriously, who didn’t see this coming? The ratty performer, famous for the song Baby (baby, baby, ooooooh – earworm!), was pulled over in a rented Lamborghini intended for drag racing on a public street and arrested for being under the influence. The arresting officer noted that the kid smelled of alcohol and was not fit to control a vehicle. It’s been revealed that Bieber blew a 0.014 when tested but according to police he has admitted to having smoked some weed and taking prescription drugs.
What we have learnt from this little event is that the boy needs to go to rehab, or my personal preference, prison. Think of all the life lessons he could learn in the joint!
 
This episode has confirmed to me a long held suspicion, Beliebers are essentially the most vacuous people on the planet, although they’re only marginally edging out Directioners at the moment. Rallying to defend their peach-fuzzed infallible prince, these empty-headed tweens flocked to their short-hand communication tool of choice – Twitter – to make sure he knew it was okay to drink, drive high performance cars in an unruly manner and then resist arrest.
 
Month in Review - politics, bieber and doctor who

Bieber will be sending Valentine’s Day being arraigned by a Florida court – I’m hoping for a stern verdict delivered with chocolates and a dozen red roses.
 
Just to assure you that it’s not all doom and gloom only one month into 2014, we did get to see something very special. Keeping up with my Doctor Who fixation, we recently got a glimpse of the Doctor’s new clothes! It’s not usual for me to be excited about fashion, but I am really looking forward to Peter Capaldi taking over as the Timelord, and part of that excitement is his costume!
 
I feel like Joan Rivers should be involved in every new Doctor’s choice of outfit, asking them who they’re wearing while shouting at them on a red (or TARDIS blue) carpet somewhere. I fully expect the bottom to fall out of the fez industry, but they’ve had a good run. Instead I anticipate a peak in the sale of Doc Martens.
 
Month in Review - politics, bieber and doctor who

Well those are my highlights of January for you. Here’s looking forward to what February brings and hopefully there’ll be no mention of Tony Abbott, unless it’s to note that he was detained on re-entry and shipped off to Manus Island. Ah, a man can dream…

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What They Don't Tell You About Living in London

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A lot of friends and family contact me saying they are living vicariously through my London adventures, particularly through my Facebook updates. Thing is, Facebook is a carefully edited medium which affords us an easy way to project how awesome we are, whilst we hide those not so fabulous aspects of our lives.
 
In the wise words of Sir Laurence Street (former Chief Justice of the NSW Supreme Court) from my days at law school - there are always two sides to the coin. For the record, Sir Street's was a 50 cent piece and at 80+ he flirted like he was Gosling with us 20-somethings.

I love you dearly and thank you for your support, but I say to you this – put down your smart phone and book yourself...wait, don't put the phone down...book yourself a ticket to that place you've always wanted to go…and then put the phone down. That's exactly what I did and is how I ended up here.

What they don't tell you about living in London

As I approach the nine month mark of life in London, something has also gestated - an inner rage. Before I go on, I do love my life in London and the happy times I promote (via Facebook), which certainly outweigh the frustratingly, annoying, inefficient, extortionate times. But they’re there, and daily I find myself in situations where I want to scream what the actual fuck?! Somedays I do...in public...mostly at rail employees. And I use the term ‘employee’ loosely as it implies that they do something productive and as it stands I am not convinced.

It is never far from my mind that I am one of hundreds of thousands of Aussies who have taken this right of passage to the UK, but at 32 I seem to be a late bloomer. I am beginning to wonder whether my age is impacting on my experience. Having been around the block a few more times than my younger antipodeans, it really grates me when I see things that are over complicated, inefficient and expensive and I know they don't have to be. So indulge me here and allow me to vent a few things that shit me to tears (bearing in mind this list is by no means exhaustive), and what no one warned me about London. 


Passiveness


People are passive, not necessarily aggressively, but I often experience resistance to engagement, initiative or responsibility.  I work within the public sector and not surprisingly I see these things a lot at work, but this most prevalent on public transport. Catching the train/tube during peak hour is best described as ‘intimate’. People seem to have a preference for being squashed together in the vestibule rather than move inside the carriage!

When this Aussie attempts to get on and politely requests my co-commuters to utilise that space behind them I receive looks like I've just asked them to insert a toilet brush somewhere unmentionable, brush head first. I did once get a verbal response; ‘there's no room’. ‘There right behind you oh wait here where I am now standing’, having pushed past her not so delicately. It really doesn't make for the best start to the day.


TV Licences 


I'm not going to bang on about this one too much because it blows my mind. Instead I want to skim over this to keep my levels of irritability down as I'm only at number 2.

In a nutshell there is no free to air television channels in the UK like there are in Australia. Instead you have to pay a licence fee of £145.50 (cheaper for black and white) each year. Apparently the fee funds the BBC.  For numerous reasons, which I won't go into here, I find this hard to swallow but I think I should point out that the BBC is a globally recognised brand and I suspect it's doing alright for itself. Incidental to my research I found reading that website amusing because I never knew there was so many ways to say ‘you're being ripped off!’


Public Transport


Original image by Arjen Stilklik via Flickr
A lot of people bang on about how great the transport links are in London. Hey, even I did at first. But there is nothing that wears me down more than the daily commute, and where I can, I walk. I shouldn't really call it public because the national rail service, which connects London with the surrounding home counties (one being Surrey where I currently reside) is run by several private operators. In my experience they couldn't care less or charge more, but then again prices have just increased.

I just paid £255 (around $460 AU) for a monthly ticket for a journey the equivalent of living in the outer western suburbs of Sydney. I wouldn't mind paying so much if it was a good service (I refer you to my Zurich piece), but it not. It's like waiting for that friend who doesn't give a crap about time and is either late or cancels last minute. This happens so often that train boards have the scheduled time and expected time. Sometimes they match, but it’s so rare it feels like you’ve won some kind of lottery when it does happen.

When in London, buses are my preferred mode of transport as they are cheaper and tend to be more reliable. But, is it really reasonable to assume that the destination you read on the front of the bus is ultimately where it will end up? Apparently not. ‘This bus is on diversion. Please wait for further announcements,’ has caught me a few times, usually in the post-midnight hours. It means that the bus will not be finishing the route and you need to get off at the next stop and wait for the next bus to come along, which doesn't always eventuate.


Wages Versus Cost of Living


I am lucky to be earning around what I was in Sydney, and I know how fortunate that makes me. Most people I know earn less than the equivalent to $50k (AU), which may sound okay but the basic costs of living London are expensive. A habit I am finding hard to let go of, but know I must, is converting prices of things into Aussie dollars. It's hard not to get annoyed when the shampoo I use here is £17 (I have a sensitive scalp) and would be $17 in Australia. This has made me realise how ridiculous the concept of money really is.


The Weather


Actually, no, I’m not going to bitch and moan about the weather. Not only because I can't say I wasn’t warned, but because I actually love the cold. In fact, I could whinge that it's not cold enough, but I'll let that go for now as apparently it's been unseasonably warm this year. Either that or it’s my piping hot temper that's taken the edge off.

What they don't tell you about living in London
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Year in Review: What You Missed on Hopscotch Friday

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Well it's not quite a year in review, as we've only really been around for four months, but for those four months we've enjoyed your company and support. So, thank you for that, we greatly appreciate it and hope to see you continue on the journey with us into 2014.

There's loads to come, with some new features and regular columns from our wonderful contributors. But for now, here's the top posts from 2013 for you to read as you nurse tomorrow's hangover.

People In Your Neighbourhood: Peter Neill


Year in Review - Top Posts - Peter Neill - Music Photographer
Coldplay by Peter Neill
In our second People In Your Neighbourhood feature I spoke with Peter Neill, wedding photographer turned concert photographer, who happens to also be a genuine and down to earth bloke who hasn't yet let hanging out with the likes of U2 and Justin Timberlake go to his head.

Read about Peter here.

The Time of the Doctor: The Long Con


Year in Review - Top Posts - The Time of The Doctor Review
http://www.bbcamerica.com/doctor-who/photos/time-doctor-sneak-peek
Emmet reviewed the Doctor Who Christmas special, the Time of the Doctor arguing that the resultant bellyaching from fans and critics was unjustified. Instead Emmet suggests that this, Matt Smith's swansong, was presented just as it should have been, remembering, of course, that regeneration came about to provide the successful show with longevity beyond the retirement of the original Doctor, William Hartnell. Nothing more, nothing less.

Read Emmet's review of Time of the Doctor here.

Get Your Kinky On


Year in Review - Top Posts - Still Kinky - Sex Party

I'm wondering if this says more about you than it does us! Eliza's musings on sex with people watching and dancing like nobody is struck a nerve or peaked the curiosities of many. She's a straight shooter, but still showed us her vulnerability at this new experience, which I think many found to be both familiar and refreshing.

You can read Eliza's thoughts on the experience here, and in part two, here.

Totally Rad Adventure


Year in Review - Top Posts - Totally Rad Adventure - Space Pyrates to SPX

Giving a platform to an amazing comic creator has been a real pleasure for Hopscotch Friday, and Caitlin's detailing of her trip to the Small Press Expo (SPX) in comic form has proved that you like it too. Caitlin's comic proves that even in drawn form, sometimes reality is funnier than fiction.

Caitlin's SPX adventure in four parts can be found here, here, here and here.

See you in 2014!


That's a wrap for 2013! We want to thank you, our readers, for your ongoing support and hope to see you continuing the adventure with us in the New Year.

I'd also personally like to thank all of Hopscotch Friday's contributors. This blog would just be boring old me if it wasn't for the effort you put in out of the goodness of your own hearts and in pursuit of your passions. For your contributions I am thankful, but so too am I grateful for the opportunity to share your talents with the blogosphere.

Don't forget you can join the conversation via Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Instagram or Pinterest.

-Stevie O'C
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For the Love of The Doctor: Rob Lloyd Talks Doctor Who

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Just two more sleeps until The Doctor celebrates his 50th anniversary, and we finally get to see the much anticipated The Day of the Doctor. Well, one more sleep if you're here in Australia and plan to find yourself a gaggle of Whovians to stay up until dawn with.

In anticipation, we asked Rob Lloyd, actor, comedian, all round good guy, oh and massive Doctor Who geek to tell us about why he does and you should love The Doctor.

The Day of the Doctor, Doctor Who 50th Anniversary

Meet Rob


Hi, I'm Rob and I'm a Doctor Who fan. I've been a fan since I was 17, that was in 1996. Since 2006, a lot of people have told me I look like actor and Tenth Doctor, David Tennant. Combining these factors, for the last two years I have been touring Australia, and the world, with my Doctor Who themed solo comedy Who, Me.

Now people ask me to write about what The Doctor means to me. 

I'm also a fan of the film High Fidelity. Yes, yes, I know it was a book first. So in preparation for The Doctor's 50th anniversary on 23 November, I'd like to employ the Rob Gordon 'top five' format to convey what Doctor Who really means to this little, old fan.

Rob Lloyd talks Doctor Who

The Tenth Doctor's (Look-a-like's) Top Five: Doctor Who


Number Five: Discovering The Doctor


I got into Doctor Who quite late. I was 17 and it was my first year of university. I went to Charles Sturt University in Wagga Wagga (NSW's largest inland city). I was a big nerd...big shock there.

This meant I wasn't the type of first-year-uni kid interested in experimenting with alcohol, drugs or sex...so when the opportunity to hear about the entire history of Doctor Who from a new friend came about, I leapt at the chance to learn more.

I've been hooked ever since.

The main thing that really attracted me to The Doctor then, as now, was The Doctor's freedom. The Doctor can go anywhere and do anything. He is the architect of his own destiny, which, as a 17 year old nerd in the country, was very inspiring.

Number Four: Who Brings Us Together


For so long Doctor Who was very much a private passion. Especially when I moved to Melbourne in 2000, I literally had no one I could talk to about my love for The Doctor.

Now this was a time when the series was well and truly dead in the water, so I had to play my Who cards close to my chest.

However, with the return of Doctor Who to our screens in 2005, I was given the opportunity to attend a regular social event, where a group of about eight or nine fans would gather, eat pizza, watch the latest episode and discuss.

This was my first true experience of what it was like to be part of a fan community. We loved everything Who, and we loved it together. We enjoyed loving the good bits and adored hating the bad bits...exactly what being a fan is all about.

Number Three: Top Stories


Let's start with the gold, my favourite classic story, and then my favourite modern story.

My all time favourite classic story is Inferno. It's a Jon Pertwee (The Third Doctor) story at the end of his first season. Brilliantly written by Don Houghton, the story focuses on a drilling project destined to the centre of the earth, and ends with The Doctor slipping into a parallel dimension where we get to experience the joy of seeing evil alternate versions of familiar characters. It is a tight, fun, gritty and rather intense seven part adventure that I never tire of watching.

Jon Pertwee Third Doctor

As for the modern series...I'm going to surprise even myself with this choice...I have to pick Dinosours on a Spaceship.

I realise most people would expect a lauded episode like Dalek, Blink or The Doctor's Wife, but I have to say in all honesty, I just really love watching Dinosaurs on a Spaceship. And I do watch it. Over and over.

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship is the second adventure in Matt Smith's third season. Written by Chris Chibnall, it focuses on The Doctor gathering a gang of friends to help stop a spaceship from crashing into the earth. However, they get more than they bargained for when they find the precious cargo on board is...wait for it...dinosaurs!

Dinosours on a Spaceship Doctor Who

This is a high energy, fun, action packed, fun, occasionally sad, fun, sometimes dark, fun, hilarious, and overall fun adventure. Did I mention it was fun?

I know it won't be to everyone's taste, but then I'm not everyone.

Number Two: Worst Story


The Idiot's Lantern, enough said.

Number One: What Would The Doctor Do?


Doctor Who has been an overwhelmingly positive influence in my life.

Case and point, I work as a teacher when I'm not nerding-it-up professionally in front of an audience. I found it particularly hard in my first few months of full-time teaching, so much so that at my lowest point, I was prepared to leave the school I worked at, breaking my contract only one month into the six months I was supposed to be there.

I asked myself, what would The Doctor do? A mantra I still use every day I teach.

I'm not saying I'm a great teacher or even a good teacher, I just survive and try to pass on a positive influence to my students...very much like The Doctor does with the people he meets.

Doctor Who 50th Anniversary
 -Rob Lloyd

Tonight (22 November) Rob is hosting Bendigo Library and Discovery Centre's Night of the Doctor,  he'll be presenting The Darlek Double Feature at Melbourne's Astor Theatre on 30 November, and will be emceeing at the Lords of Time 2 convention in Sydney on 14 December.

This year Rob took his show Who, Me to the Whovention, Sydney; the Darwin Entertainment Centre; Lords of Time, Melbourne; Sydney Comedy Festival; Auckland Comedy Festival; Perth International Comedy Festival; the Adelaide Comedy Circuit and the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

The Day of the Doctor airs on ABC1 at 6.50a, (AEDT), 5.50am (QLD), 5.20am (NT), 6.20am (SA, 3.50am (WA), and will be repeated at 7.30pm.

Various cinemas are hosting sessions of The Day of the Doctor on Sunday, check your local guide.


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Still Kinky

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You have been warned - this story is about going to a kinky sex party and contains swears. If you think this will make you want to send us angry emails then best you not continue and read this, this, or this instead.

Missed Part I? Read it here first.

We do a quick change in the unisex toilets, which consist of one cubical and three urinals (are you for reals?!). We swap suits and adorn them with [insert name of pharma-cum-beauty retailer who we really, really hope does not sell products that are tested on animals] logos, and accessorise with bunny ears and noses.  A dude wearing green trousers and applying orange body paint to his top half turns and says ‘I don’t get it’ in a voice that sounds like he’s borrowed it from a hipster. Yeah, well, right back at ya buddy!

Entourage: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387199/
Once inside the actual party it is immediately apparent that there is nothing to worry about. The place is packed, but the vibe is good. To give you some kind of visual context, imagine what it might be like if you were in a room with all of Lady Gaga’s friends, all in full costume…but they're nice.  Everyone has dressed up. There's lots of silver, and lab coats over suspenders, and there is a widespread Breaking Bad influence. But given I’m extremely paranoid about appearing as a voyeur I do my best not to look at anything, let alone anyone, for too long.

We lost No.2 during the change and DJ Tyler Durden needs to do his networking thing, so I head to the bar. I wait patiently, but some guy in a dentist jacket pushes in. ‘Dude I’m a giant friggin bunny, don’t play the ‘oh I didn’t see you there’ card’, I want to say, but before I can get my defensive bitch on, I am fortunately (or unfortunately as it turns out) interrupted by a stranger in a space suit.

‘So you’re an experimental bunny?’ raising an eyebrow.
‘Indeed I am’. Fuck! Why is flirting my nervous default position?
‘And does bunny like to experiment?’ Fuck! Fuck! Fuck-ety! Fuck! Why didn’t I go to that fucking consent workshop! How the heck do I say no?

It’s obvious that I’m still a bit apprehensive. If I was anywhere else I would tell him to piss off but because this place has such an emphasis on consent, I feel obliged to be respectful in my rejection…you know like we all should, really, always.

‘Ummmm, bunny likes a scratch’ I said as I scratched my left shoulder awkwardly with my left hand. It’s the best I could come up with on such short notice. The onesie was itchy, but more importantly why was bunny talking in the third person all of a sudden? Thankfully I spot my bunny-in-crime nearby and hop in his general direction. He has witnessed the awkward exchange at the bar and we decide that if asked again, we’re going to say that we’re plushies (Google it, or don’t), and hope that works as a decoy.   

Bunny onesies for kinky dance party

At 11pm the cabaret begins featuring a cheeky compere, a lesbian comedian (literally all her jokes were about her being a lesbian, all of them) and a lizard inspired burlesque dancer. The removal of her g-banger is apparently the cue that the Playroom is open for business. Ever been out somewhere that there’s a couple in the corner getting it on and you just want to yell ‘get a room’? Well this place has one.

We head outside for air - the onesies are hot! When we return. the dance floor that was packed to the rafters minutes before is now half empty. Ah. The Playroom. We have a dance, but the music is not really grabbing us. And with that our night becomes a pattern of outside, bar, give the dance floor a go, rewind, and restart.

Each time we walk outside we pass the thick black curtain that cordons off the Playroom the heat emanating from it seems to intensify. There is a woman outside who I would conservatively estimate is a size 20. She’s wearing a leather skirt. I’ll repeat; she’s wearing a leather skirt (nothing else). It’s held up by a clasp looped around her neck and is carrying a taxidermy tool. Instantly taking a liking to my rabbit self, she clips her tool into the zip of my onesie and draws down. ‘Yeah that’ll do’ I say when she gets to around my belly button, not because I think I’m about to become her stuffed bunny fantasy, but because I’m actually wearing the least sexy underwear I own and this is really not the place for me to be flashing my sensibles. 

Back inside, the dance floor continues to be empty, which is disappointing for those that actually want to dance…vertically, or those who are out of options on their horizontal dance card. Thank gawd when 2:30am rolls around and I can finally get my proper dance on. Unfortunately this means I have lost my dancing partner to the decks and as No.2 hates drum and base I regularly lose him to nicotine.  Fuck it! I dance my tail off…literally, as the safety pin that is holding my tail together gives way.

Throughout all this, I realised a few things about myself. First, I am really not bothered by people having their tits or bits out. In fact, I hardly noticed it and despite the initial self induced awkwardness, I didn’t experience the where do I look dilemma. Brilliant! A sign I’ve matured. Second, I can’t help but think ‘does having sex really require this much effort? Is it so lame playing at home with your partner that you need this whole shin dig with 300 other people? And if you don’t have a partner, is it that hard to pull?’ That said, I don’t think that’s actually the point here.

Perhaps it’s my age,  perhaps it’s my Virgo rising, but when it comes to bumping uglies I adopt the ‘fresh is best' policy and I can’t think of a better mood killer than a pre-heated post-coital cushion, that is still warm from someone else’s (and then some) body. I am also most definitely a monogamist, and I don’t like to share. Thankfully neither does DJ Tyler Durden. He’s an only child.

While there is sexual mayhem happening all around, neither of us feels the need to mack on in the middle of the dance floor, nor do we need to explore whether we are actually plushies after all. I did however, feel we connected on level that is beyond anything physical, sexual or even emotional. That night it became very apparent that we share a simple and unspoken connection, that we’re very much on the same page, we can communicate with just a look, and have a lot of fun with each other, in whatever form that may look like. And that, ladies and gentlemen, I have on good authority, is way more wicked than being tied up, smacked, poked, stroked or wheelbarrowed (Google it, or don’t, but if you do, in your own time and not at work) in public.                      

Having said all that, I also get it. Totally. It’s not that I lack sexual desires or fantasies, it’s just I don’t need to explore it in that forum…well not at this point in time anyway. Just because it’s not my thing, does not mean it is not someone else’s. It’s an exhibitionist’s dream, and it is obviously very liberating. Some people just like to dance around naked and this setting gives them the ability to do that without the threat of being groped or worse.

In a world where no is too easily ignored, and attitudes of she was asking for it are apparently the norm, this experience was extremely refreshing and precious.  What I loved most was how safe I felt in an environment where anything goes. It does not matter your size, your age (as long as you’re over 18), your preference, fetish or fantasy. The freedom to express yourself is celebrated, without the fear of judgment or the menacing presence of predatory creeps. It also highlights for me how mainstream media distorts the characteristics of sexual expression. I cringe to think that there are men and women alike that have modeled their own explorations after Samantha Jones's. And no, it wasn’t a room of Christian Grey’s either.     

All of that said, I’m not going to lie, this was the first time I had heard DJ Tyler Durden deejay live, having missed him over the festival season, so experiencing him create something I was really enjoying had me, funnily enough, wanting to go for it, as they say, like rabbits. But in the moment I was also really enjoying being in my own little dance world and feeling the freedom to dance as if no one was watching. Bliss. We could save the rest for when we got home.

So will I go to the next one? Well Mum, the jury is still out but I would certainly encourage others to go because it is an unforgettable experience, and hey I didn’t even have any sexy time! And that’s the key, neither do you. But if you’re going to head along to a kinky party, here are my tips for not just surviving, but having a great time:

* Keep your mind open.
* Know that opening your mind does not mean you need to open your legs. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.
* Get into the spirit. Dressing up can really help you get out of your own head; it shakes things up and helps you get into the groove with everyone else. 
* Don’t get too intoxicated, that’s no fun for anybody. 
* Take someone you trust with you.
* Remember to laugh and just have fun.
* Don’t be shy, talk to people, they won’t bite – unless, of course, you want them to. 
* Know your boundaries and respect those of others.
* Basically, follow the fucking rules!



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A Taste of Tasmania: Five of the Best + One

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On a recent trip to Hobart I was amazed at the extent and quality of locally grown and made produce available in Tasmania. To be honest I'm a little ashamed of my lacking knowledge in this respect. I live in Melbourne, Victoria, the closest neighbouring state to Tassie, and yet I had no idea (note, this is not to say there isn’t amazing produce right here in Victoria, it’s just that I’m yet to get to that)!

I felt fortunate to be in amongst the growers and producers as I wandered the tents at the Salamanca Markets, and was impressed by the availability of these wonderful treats in and around Salamanca. When I go back, I will be sure to take an extra case just for filling with Tassie owned and grown goods, but for now, here are five of the best that I experienced (note: I did not attend the addresses listed with the exception of Jackman & Ross - I bought these products from the Salamanca Markets and various other stockists in Hobart).

Taste of Tasmania Produce Food Drink

Bruny Island Cheese Co

1807 Main Road, Great Bay, Bruny Island

It’s going to sound corny, but when you pick up a Bruny Island cheese you know it has been made with love, passion and care. After a tasting at their market stand I was hard pressed to choose just one cheese to take away with me. I did eventually settle on the 1792, which proceeded to completely stink up our little apartment bar fridge! This soft washed rind cheese is quite pungent, but comparatively mild to taste.

Bruny Island Cheese Co began life in 2003 and is the baby of premiere cheese maker Nick Haddow. They use milk sourced from ethically kept cows and goats, and are the only legally recognised raw milk cheese producers in Australia. Incidentally, for me, the raw milk cheese very narrowly lost the coin toss with the washed rind that I ended up buying.

Bruny Island Cheese Taste of Tasmania

Jackman & McRoss

57-59 Hampden Road, Battery Point

At the Salamanca Market I bought a loaf of sourdough, which, unbeknownst to me at the time, turned out to be from Jackman & McRoss. Shortly thereafter my husband received a message from a friend telling us that we could not leave Hobart without paying at least a fleeting visit to that very bakery at Battery Point! Serendipitous, much?

I described Jackman & McRoss in my earlier post on Hobart, as it is definitely somewhere I would recommend for breakfast, lunch or even just for coffee and a treat. I went to Tasmania to slow down, and Jackman & McRoss helped me to do this. The atmosphere is calm, the eating areas are mostly bright and airy, and the food will satisfy the eye, the taste buds and the tummy.

If you want to take away, and you will, they have a vast array of fresh breads, pastries sweet and sour, biscuits, desserts, savoury tarts and more.

Jackman & McRoss Food Tasmania

Wellington Apiary

112 King Street, Sandy Bay

There’s certainly something special about Tasmanian honey, particularly the raw honey. It’s raw because it has literally been removed from the hives and put in a jar. Well, almost. It means it hasn’t been heated to assist the straining process, which is when any excess wax or other impurities are removed. 

I took home Wellington Apiary’s Leatherwood honey, which I have no idea how to describe. It’s a thick cloudy honey with a spicy tone to it, and a taste like home, whatever that means to you. Apparently Leatherwood honey is the taste of Tasmania as that’s where the tree is native. Leatherwood honey is also part of the Slow Food Foundation for Biodiversity’s Arc of Taste, which aims to draw attention to significant produce and their potential extinction. In that case, maybe I should keep my jar sealed and to myself, for now.

Wellington Apiary has been around since 2009, and is a business built around a passion for sustainability, the products of nature, and raw honey.

Produce of Tasmania Wellington Apiary Leatherwood Honey

The Franklin Cider Company

3118 Huon Highway, Franklin

Tasmania is traditionally known as the Apple Isle, and what better to do with apples than make cider! Thankfully there are plenty of choices when it comes to Tassie grown and made apple cider, with a few producers likely to be well known to you. I chose a smaller producer during an evening in the pub. Frank’s.

I can be picky about my cider, however I was pleasantly surprised by the taste of Frank’s Summer Apple, which is neither too sweet nor too dry, it’s just right. Yes, that does make sound like the Goldilocks of cider, but that’s the most apt description I can give. Made from tree-ripened apples (and pears, they also do a pear cider) and based around the credo of ‘don’t muck around’ the produce coming out of Franklin Cider Company is clearly reflective of the natural ingredients and philosophy that goes into it.

Franks Cider from Franklin Cider Co, Tasmania
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William McHenry & Sons Distillery

229 Radnor Road, Port Arthur

Who knew Tasmania made whisky? Not me, apparently. However, the discovery that indeed they do came as a pleasant surprise for my whisky snob, *cough* connoisseur, husband. And not only whisky, but single malt whisky. Even better.

While I don’t drink whisky myself I could appreciate the quality of the Three Capes Single Malt through the pleasantly warm fudge-y caramel scent it gave off. That is a scent of comfort.

William McHenry & Sons Distillery is apparently the southern-most family run distillery in the world, and being in Tasmania it's about as far away from those traditional whisky makers in Scotland as you can get! But with a similar climate, it’s more alike than you’d think. The distillery uses pure spring water direct from the cold Tassie ground, and currently also produces a vodka and a gin.

Three Capes Single Malt William McHenry & Sons Distillery, Tasmania
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And one for the road…


I have to admit, Country Women’s Association ladies tend to scare the bajesus out of me. I love to cook and bake, but I’m messy in the kitchen and so sometimes things work out, other times not, but never would they be to the super high standards of these ladies. While they frighten me I am equally in their awe. This is something that was confirmed when I popped into the Common Ground shop at the Salamanca Arts Centre and as a last minute decision threw two chunks of caramel fudge into my bag. 

Best. Decision. Ever.

Mrs 64 of the CWA, I solute you. This lady’s fudge is absolutely to die for. Solid on the outside it is soft and luxurious in the middle. The flavour is just sweet enough, and there is absolutely no grain in it at all. It is smoooooth. I won’t lie, I bought two and ate them both myself. No sharing this one!

Food and produce from Tasmania, Common Ground Hobart

-Stevie O'C
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