I’m sitting down to write on the couch of the cheap Melbourne rental my wife and I share. It’s too small for us but there’s a rental crisis and we outgrew our death wishes at 19 and 23 respectively, so we’re not about to move any time soon. Aurelia is glued to her computer answering the inane questions of people who can’t use their point-of-sale payment technology, which she does 9-5, five days a week. She also averages four comedy gigs, six content obligations and a minimum of eight hours working on her solo show for festival season per week. I’m home for a week, visiting from Sydney, where I am paying a friend not enough rent to stay in her spare bedroom in the suburbs for the privilege of performing in independent theatre.
you can't rush fame and fortune xxx