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Domestic violence as comedy. Hobart Spring Festival, Royal Botanical Gardens, October 2012.

Sunday Stealing: Who Are you? Part 2–The Grown Up Meme

15. How would you describe your childhood in general?

Reasonably unnoteworthy.

16. What is your earliest memory?

Kevin Bartlett’s final goal in the 1980 VFL Grand Final.

17. How much schooling have you had?

Too much! Primary School. High School. College. University. On and on it went…

18. Did you enjoy school?

I enjoyed the first few years. Loathed the middle part, and enjoyed the last year of college on.

19. Stop and count, Since you were born until today; how many homes have you lived in?

That I know about: eight.

20. While growing up, did you have any role models?

I’m sure that I did, but I am not certain that I realised at the time.

21. While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

We have had our ups and downs. Being the youngest comes with its own set of challenges.

22. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to open the bat for Australia (and bowl a bit of part-time off spin), play centre-half back for Essendon, be in a successful (artistically as well as financially) rock band and maybe write an internationally-acclaimed novel or two. I had low expectations.

23. What were your favourite activities 3 years ago?

Reading, sleeping and taking photos.

24. As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Stubbornness, frustration and anger.

25. As a child, were you popular?

Not especially so.

26. When and with whom was your first kiss?

I can honestly say that I don’t remember. There is a ‘first kiss’ that I do remember, but I am reasonably certain that it was not the ‘first kiss’.

27. Describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.

Where does one start. EVERYTHING about one’s past influences the way that we do things today.

28. What’s next?

Back on the chain gang.

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