I would like to start with a shout-out to the woman on my train to Kings Cross this morning who I saw sipping Red Bull (at 9.30am) and googling “How long does it take to get a black belt in jiu jitsu?”* on her phone. If something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right, I suppose. I salute you madam.
There is something uniquely autumnal about curling up under a blanket with a good book, thirteen bottles of red wine and a moving relationship drama full of heart and littered with the darkest jokes you’ll hear all year. So, come and see Mary Rachel Brown‘s Dead Cat Bounce before it closes.
We have a cracking line up of stories, songs (and possibly) roller skates for our next Griffin UP LATE and I am thrilled that very soon we will have the incredible Ayeesha Ash and Emele Ugavule (who smashed Batch Festival last year with Brown Skin Girl) back in the house with their intimate and extraordinary new show Exhale.
Okay. That’s us. Book a ticket and enjoy your weekend. In that order.
*Or perhaps she was just fact-checking Trent, the new guy in the office, who keeps finishing all the almond milk, playing Coldplay too loud in his headphones and telling everyone he is a black belt in jiu jitsu, but who really, really doesn’t look the type.