KT writes home!
Well I got nothing to say for myself, but we got a great email from Katrina "Rumpelstiltskin" Tran today that I laughed and laughed over!!!
Hey Max, Pippa and Davo...
Oh one week down and how I miss you guys.
Cor blimey when did Melbourne turn so BOGAN! As soon as stepped off the plane it was like walking back into an episode of Kath and Kim in Fountain Gate Shopping Centre!
Had a horror flight, but Singapore Airport is genius...there was this mental ballroom dancing display going on, but I was buried in all the cheap duty free- yes please!
So I'm back and was horizontal for 5 days to get over the jet lag. I stupidly went to an exhibition the night I got home for Jeff McFetridge (NYC artist) and was so overwhelmed by seeing everyone that I almost passed out. It was terrible, plus it is getting rather warm here. Cath had to drive me home, but not before dropping her car keys down the handbrake chute and us having to wait 2 hours for the RACV to come rescus us...not a good start home! Me a blubbering flunkey at a cool art show, and Cath loosing her car keys. What are we like?
When I finally felt semi-presentable to the world outside, I went to see Animal Collective play, which could have been a bad move since they were so shite when i saw them at the Scala....they were fab...thank goodness.
Before the show, my mate Josh invited me to dinner. Josh is a cameraman and he has been working on a screen adaptation of 'Where the Wild Things Are'...I'm sure you all read it as kids. Its genius and so beautifully illustrated... Anyhoo...so I meet them at the Corner Hotel which is now all posh and done up (use to be an old man boozer). Josh is with all his film boffins and he introduces me to the four dudes at the table. I proceed to sit next to 'Adam'...who is from New York and who works in film.
40 minutes into dinner, I am getting slowly very pissed and 'Adam' thinks I am crazy cos i'm saying all these awful things about movie stars (all knowledge gleaned from Heat and Hello of course) and how Marie Antoinette was a great film (I saw on the plane) and I wonder why everyone is getting so uncomfortable...
Turns out that 'Adam' is none other than Spike Jonze...one-time Mr. Sofia Coppola and Oscar winning director! Thank fuck I didn't say that I hated any of his films! What a dick!!!!! How stupid am I , but I swear he looked nothing like the dude on the fatboy slim video...
Oh dear.... I did find out that he liked the Vicar of Dibley and Father Ted, so at least he was impressed by my knowledge of english humour.
So one week in, one celebrity humiliation down. I'm proud.
Missing you guys and London town...have a coffee eclair for me.
KT xxx
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! "Noice!"
xx Emma
Hey Max, Pippa and Davo...
Oh one week down and how I miss you guys.
Cor blimey when did Melbourne turn so BOGAN! As soon as stepped off the plane it was like walking back into an episode of Kath and Kim in Fountain Gate Shopping Centre!
Had a horror flight, but Singapore Airport is genius...there was this mental ballroom dancing display going on, but I was buried in all the cheap duty free- yes please!
So I'm back and was horizontal for 5 days to get over the jet lag. I stupidly went to an exhibition the night I got home for Jeff McFetridge (NYC artist) and was so overwhelmed by seeing everyone that I almost passed out. It was terrible, plus it is getting rather warm here. Cath had to drive me home, but not before dropping her car keys down the handbrake chute and us having to wait 2 hours for the RACV to come rescus us...not a good start home! Me a blubbering flunkey at a cool art show, and Cath loosing her car keys. What are we like?
When I finally felt semi-presentable to the world outside, I went to see Animal Collective play, which could have been a bad move since they were so shite when i saw them at the Scala....they were fab...thank goodness.
Before the show, my mate Josh invited me to dinner. Josh is a cameraman and he has been working on a screen adaptation of 'Where the Wild Things Are'...I'm sure you all read it as kids. Its genius and so beautifully illustrated... Anyhoo...so I meet them at the Corner Hotel which is now all posh and done up (use to be an old man boozer). Josh is with all his film boffins and he introduces me to the four dudes at the table. I proceed to sit next to 'Adam'...who is from New York and who works in film.
40 minutes into dinner, I am getting slowly very pissed and 'Adam' thinks I am crazy cos i'm saying all these awful things about movie stars (all knowledge gleaned from Heat and Hello of course) and how Marie Antoinette was a great film (I saw on the plane) and I wonder why everyone is getting so uncomfortable...
Turns out that 'Adam' is none other than Spike Jonze...one-time Mr. Sofia Coppola and Oscar winning director! Thank fuck I didn't say that I hated any of his films! What a dick!!!!! How stupid am I , but I swear he looked nothing like the dude on the fatboy slim video...
Oh dear.... I did find out that he liked the Vicar of Dibley and Father Ted, so at least he was impressed by my knowledge of english humour.
So one week in, one celebrity humiliation down. I'm proud.
Missing you guys and London town...have a coffee eclair for me.
KT xxx
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! "Noice!"
xx Emma
Labels: Bogan, Katrina Tran, Spike Jonze
1 Comments:
Emma
Here's one - which Australian style god wrote this:
Once back in the seventies we were playing at The Settlement in Chippendale and there was a street market where I bought a lovely ladies jumpsuit in emerald green and bronze shiny stretch jersey. I used to wear it onstage at the Civic and people would call out "Trout! Trout!". I was a hit and felt pretty special. Then one night we were playing on the 5ft high stage at the Narrabeen Antler and for once all the pretty girls were smiling and looking up at me and not Martin - the jumpsuit was really working. It wasn't until we were back in the dressing room that I discovered that the crotch gusset had rotted out and I had no undies on.
Trying to convince Paul to put it in the next edition of The Look...
Caz (PG's Aus other half)
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