Jeremy Elwood is one of the mainstays of New Zealand comedy. He’s appeared on several TV shows, comedy galas, even stepping out as a serious actor on stage. And there’s a reason why he’s been around for so long (fourteen festivals apparently)*. He’s just that good.
And in other news...
It’s a small crowd packed into the large Foxglove Starlight ballroom. Which is a real shame because the next hour or so proves to be a masterclass in musical improv comedy.
Alexander Sparrow is a bright young thing from Wellington’s up-and-coming comedy scene.
Michele A’Court has long been one of New Zealand’s premier comedians, she’s won oodles of awards and has pretty much clocked comedy.
Warren Ellis, the one who writes comics and stuff not the one who is a musician, linked today to this Fast Company feature on the new way it is handling news content.
This has been one of, if not the single worst week the Obama administration has faced. And it’s only Wednesday in the States.
I guess one of the real tricks of adult life – one of the ways you can tell that you are, in fact, growing up – is figuring out how to get stuff done that you don’t want to do without being a total asshole.
It’s a bold marketing ploy calling your show “Gloriously Average” but that’s what two up-and-coming Wellington comics have done.
I’m 32 and I feel like I wasted my education. At present, I’m in France, traipsing around the countryside admiring castles and all sorts of other old shit. I’m scouring the leaflets and information signs attached to various wonders, but the main thing they illuminate is my ignorance.
In response to today’s piece on gun control in the US, Linoge, a reader in the United States had the following to say in rebuttal To follow the same pattern as the article, I see three primary faults in it.
I love the United States. I love the food, I love the country and I love the American confidence. There are plenty of things that we could learn from them.
Much has been written of Aaron Gilmore and his poor decision making skills at a Hanmer Springs bar. But the whole affair has made me feel a bit icky.
Ooooh I can’t stand that Julie. Who does she think she is; coming over here with her brown shoes and her straight walking? Don’t get me wrong; I love a good moan.
I’ve been invited to an event in the next few weeks which is designated as black tie. I don’t have any problem with this, and will almost certainly follow the dress code in its official, formal capacity, which is rather more complicated than many kiwis think.
Sometimes I see a picture of something from the past, and I get jealous to the point of becoming angry. I’m jealous that the thing I saw and its sheer awesomeness no longer exists in modern day society.
Imagine that I have asthma. Imagine that I was diagnosed about two years ago, and since then I’ve been using an inhaler everyday and though my life probably isn’t totally awesome all the time, I’m heaps healthier than when I was first diagnosed, which makes me happier, and more fun, and better at my job.