Odd Stuff & Ends
A spot of housekeeping before this week’s posts roll out.
My ten-minute play, The Mercy Kitchen is due to run on December 20 at The Arts Centre in Melbourne, a matinee show featuring the weird, the wild and the occasionally subtle Short & Sweet Wildcard winners. Come support the fest, and let your voice be heard on the end-of-show ballot paper.
And speaking of theatre, the answer to the Romp poem from last week, was HER MAJESTY’S THEATRE, taking the first letter from the first line, second from the second and so on. While I did crack it – pre-reveal – as my mate Beck will attest – I didn’t figure on that pesky ‘apostrophe’ warranting its own special place in the code. How’d you go?
[If none of the last paragraph made sense, scroll back a few posts and look for the cryptic doggerel in bold.]
In a day or two – the literature that soldiers take to war. (We’re not talking bazooka manuals here, but novels.) Any care to guess before I reveal the master-list in a US grunt’s kitbag?