I Tell The Stories

•September 28, 2009 • 2 Comments

This is me:

The Storyteller

This is you:

The Storyteller's Dog

And let’s just hope that these guys don’t turn up:

Get in the sack.


•September 24, 2009 • 2 Comments

Your mission today, should you choose to accept it, is to turn this christmas-themed nutcracker:


Into a grumpy old man that does not walk around in regalia.

First, let’s get a close-up on his face:

Nutcracker Close-Up

His evil, terrifying face.

Okay, now to the transformation. Let’s start with the hat and turn it into a:


Tweed top hat, of course, through the application of cardboard and copious amounts of sticky-tape.

And now we skip to the end because someone (myself) forgot to take pictures during the process so … I present to you … Grumpy Old Man who has a name but you have to pay to find out:


Dapper, n’est-ce pas?

Dapper Close

Look at that lapel (for which I have my sister to thank because someone (myself) got a bit sleepy).

So that, my friends, is Grumpy Old Man, my big wooden puppet. Yes, he will speak – in the sense that I will speak and pretend that he is the one speaking but not in a ventriloquist way because I can’t do that.

He’s adorable.


A Synopsis

•September 24, 2009 • 5 Comments

The Break of Dawn

This is a story of one night. A story of one girl with nowhere to go. Of stars and of loneliness – of strangers, joy and unabashed wonder. One woman, a projector, some handmade props and a myriad of lights; gentle, whimsical comedy by 1/3 of comic trio A Lot of Bread. This is Dawn’s story.

Well, that’s the official story anyway. But this here – this blog – this is the truth. It is the way, the truth and the light, but not in a blasphemous way.

“So, what’s this ‘The Break of Dawn’ about anyway? Your snappy 290 character long blurb is fantastic but it doesn’t explain the storyline.” I hear you say. Well, I’m here to rectify …

Dawn’s life is dull. She eats dull food, has a dull job, a dull apartment and a dull existence. She isn’t intrinsically dull herself, she just lets dull things happen to her. But today is different. Today things are skew-whiff. She’s late to work, which never happens; her computer crashes, which never happens; she misses her tram, which rarely happens; and her flatmate locks her out, which hasn’t ever happened before but it’s really not that surprising.

So, Dawn’s stuck outside for the night. She has no friends to turn to (see: dull existence) and her family’s interstate (see: South Australia) so she does what any right-minded person would do: she wanders.

She wanders and meanders and rambles and jaunts and as she does so she meets three strangers, emphasis on the strange (see: what I did there).

  1. An inner-city farmer who harvests birds.
  2. An old man who’s been sending her letters.
  3. A man who looks at the stars.

Ooo, I’ve gone all ambiguous but I’ll let you in on a secret … one of them’s a puppet. Made of wood.

‘The Break of Dawn’ is the story of one night and a whole load of redemption. It’s feelgood, trust me.

So join me, my computer, a projector, a projection screen, some lights, some props, a puppet and a beautiful soundtrack and let me tell you a story.