Guess who I met today?!
October 5th 2007 12:10
Link: abc.net.au/chaser
No, not Shane Warne, as my best mate suggested, in that subtly sledging way she has...don't get me started on that one...
I met one of my heroes, not a villain.
I met the great Julian Morrow, of The Chaser!
Permit me to set the scene…
I live in a valley, far from reality. It is a gorgeous place, where kids can ride their bikes on the streets, and play without fear, unlike the kids of many other places in Sydney.
However it can also be a bit too cut off. Some people are born and bred here, with generations growing up, shagging or marrying each other, frequently divorcing, and breeding to repeat the cycle. Once a work colleague referred to the people of my suburb as "the two-headed folk", which offended me at first, but I hadn't yet lived here long. Now, on clear nights, I swear I can hear the banjoes playing in the distance. I sometimes find myself singing The Panda Band's song, "Sleepy Little Death Toll Town".
Whilst it's environment is stunning, it's mindset is very small town. What's worse, it's in "The Shire". And like Hobbits, the inhabitants bang on about "The Shire" (there is also a bit of weed smoking, too). The day we moved in, my daughter needed medical assistance. I ventured into the street to ask a couple of neighbours if there was a GP in the valley. One replied, "Are you of the Shire?" I felt like thumping him.
This mindset of this being God's Country is such bollocks. It is bred amongst people who are full of fear; of the unknown, the unfamiliar and the foreign. Especially the foreign. I recall being at a school presentation night just days after the Cronulla Riots, and being sickened when two male adults sniggered when the second, ironic verse of the national anthem was sung. Not many in the Shire want to share their boundless plains with anyone, particularly if you're black, Muslim, Asian, or Indigenous. Or from Bankstown!
This valley I live in also happens to be the backdrop for a movie being made by Joel and Nash Edgerton called "The Square". My kids and I had the opportunity to be extras today, at a "Carols by Candlelight" event. Details are scarce on the plot of this feature, but Joel did reveal to us that it is a thriller, about the extremes people will go to for love. Judging by the facial hair, sideburns, and piercing, slightly creepy stare, Peter Phelps is playing the villain of the piece. Julian's role doesn't appear to be quite so sinister.
I shook hands with my hero, and shared a joke or two, and more than a few ideas for the show! It is the half an hour that makes my week, superceding even Neighbours! My husband and I laugh raucously over their stunts, and my best friend and I can text each other over every brilliant joke or piss-take. The day after they were arrested at APEC over the fake motorcade, I wore a t-shirt with Chas, in full Bin Laden attire, surrounded by police, captioned by the slogan, "He’s not the Osama! He’s a very naughty boy!" to the airport. My husband said, "If they don't let you get on the plane in that shirt, I'm going without you." I braved his disapproval and wore it anyway, and amused the security staff and some passengers in the process.
It was an honour to shake the hand of someone whose work I admire so much. However our chat was cut short when he received an urgent text. Funny, though. I don’t remember hearing a ringtone…!
I met one of my heroes, not a villain.
I met the great Julian Morrow, of The Chaser!
Permit me to set the scene…
I live in a valley, far from reality. It is a gorgeous place, where kids can ride their bikes on the streets, and play without fear, unlike the kids of many other places in Sydney.
However it can also be a bit too cut off. Some people are born and bred here, with generations growing up, shagging or marrying each other, frequently divorcing, and breeding to repeat the cycle. Once a work colleague referred to the people of my suburb as "the two-headed folk", which offended me at first, but I hadn't yet lived here long. Now, on clear nights, I swear I can hear the banjoes playing in the distance. I sometimes find myself singing The Panda Band's song, "Sleepy Little Death Toll Town".
This mindset of this being God's Country is such bollocks. It is bred amongst people who are full of fear; of the unknown, the unfamiliar and the foreign. Especially the foreign. I recall being at a school presentation night just days after the Cronulla Riots, and being sickened when two male adults sniggered when the second, ironic verse of the national anthem was sung. Not many in the Shire want to share their boundless plains with anyone, particularly if you're black, Muslim, Asian, or Indigenous. Or from Bankstown!
I shook hands with my hero, and shared a joke or two, and more than a few ideas for the show! It is the half an hour that makes my week, superceding even Neighbours! My husband and I laugh raucously over their stunts, and my best friend and I can text each other over every brilliant joke or piss-take. The day after they were arrested at APEC over the fake motorcade, I wore a t-shirt with Chas, in full Bin Laden attire, surrounded by police, captioned by the slogan, "He’s not the Osama! He’s a very naughty boy!" to the airport. My husband said, "If they don't let you get on the plane in that shirt, I'm going without you." I braved his disapproval and wore it anyway, and amused the security staff and some passengers in the process.
It was an honour to shake the hand of someone whose work I admire so much. However our chat was cut short when he received an urgent text. Funny, though. I don’t remember hearing a ringtone…!
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