So there I was, blood dripping from my throat, and having the time of my life.
Let me explain.
By the time you read this the Harlem Shake will have moved from ‘hysterically funny’ to ‘pathetically lame’.
Actually, who am I kidding? By the time I made my Harlem Shake video, it was already drifting towards the ‘lame’ category. The speed of memes is something truly to behold. Continue reading
I’m in my twenties, which quite frankly is ridiculous.
There’s been a lot (and I mean A LOT) of talk in the media recently about the so-called ‘best decade of our lives’, where we are supposed to achieve everything, develop meaningful relationships, be on our dream career path and live the sort of glossy life you only see in advertisements for things like Ray Ban and Barcardi.
We spent our teenage years dreaming of this life. We shaped it, perfected it, chose the details right down to the wall colour in our hip urban share house. And then one day we woke up a twenty-something, and got quite a rude shock. Our lives could not be more different to the ones we had planned. Blame the GFC, the dwindling job market, or the fact that most people still have a room at Mum and Dad’s house, but this doesn’t look like it’s going to be changing any time soon. Continue reading
Dear London Hipsters,
I’m writing to kindly ask you to please just stop. Just for a while. Please stop being so achingly cool and reminding me of how daggy I am in comparison.
Look at you, on your little fixie bike. Look how cute it is. I rode one of those once, and nearly fell off it. I need bikes with gears and brakes just to make it to the shops in one piece.
Look at you, with your moody fringe and vintage jumper. (Or is it American Apparel? I can never quite tell.) I can never get the whole fringe look quite right. Continue reading
Ah, Valentine’s Day. That awkward day in February where everyone treads the social minefield, taking care to ensure nothing explodes in their face (unless you’re in to that kind of thing).
Excluding widows, prepubescent’s, and, er … that’s about it, there’s pretty much one of three positions you will find yourself in. Continue reading
Sam Wills is The Boy With Tape On His Face, a Kiwi comedian who is like nothing else. A mime with noise, or stand up with no talking? The Boy must be seen to be believed. We don’t want to give away too much about his show, but it’s safe to say this comedian will have you in stitches – without uttering a word. Australian Times caught up with Sam to discuss the man behind the tape, the joy of audience participation, and his speedy rise on the comedy circuit to become the must-see London act this Christmas. Continue reading
Does an individual have the power to change the world? Or are we incapable of changing even ourselves?
These are the questions posed to the audience in Ordinary Darkness, a funny yet poignant new play from New Zealand-born Sarah Robertson and directed by Stella Duffy.
Four characters – a dreamer, a schemer, a player and a banker – are thrown together in a party (of sorts) at a derelict mansion where three of the characters are squatting. Can you guess who doesn’t live there? If you selected anyone other than ‘the banker’, I’m afraid you’ve lost this round. Continue reading
“Shake the dice, and let me take you down the rabbit hole,” he says, offering me the dice with a cheeky grin.
We’re at the Beefeater 24 Global Bartender Competition Grand Final, and ‘he’ is Gregory Ian Sanderson, the Australian finalist competing in this cocktail-making event. Before me is an Alice in Wonderland-themed display of gin, perfume bottles, exotic-looking ingredients, a melting clock and a backgammon board that would make any Lewis Carroll fan proud.
Taking centre stage, however, is the reason I’m here tonight: several shot glasses are filled with the cocktail concoction that won Sanderson, from Eau-de-Vie bar in Melbourne, a place at the finals here in London. Continue reading