On Friday 25th May 2018, Ireland held a referendum on the eighth amendment, and voted “Yes” to repeal it . The eighth amendment stated “The State acknowledges the right to life of the unborn and, with due regard to the equal right to life of the mother, guarantees in its laws to respect, and, as far as practicable, by its laws to defend and vindicate that right.”, essentially meaning abortions were only allowed if the pregnancy posed a risk to the woman’s life. So basically, unless this was going to kill you, you were going to have this child whether you liked it or not. You have no choice. But now, thanks to 66.4% of voters, the amendment is going to be replaced, and I am incredibly happy for that.
Yes, that is correct. I am now thirty years old. Thirty. 3-0. Isn’t that something?! I never thought I would make it to thirty, but here I am, grey hair and all. I still look about 23 though so that’s good. Look at me. Look.
Like a little baby. (Excuse the wrinkles around my eyes. Don’t look at that. Look at em…my arm)
It’s been a while since I’ve updated you on what’s going on in the FC world. The main reason for that is: I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I needed a break. A big ole break from everything. No writing, no acting, nothing.
How did it make me feel?
So you know how I’m a bit of a disaster? A hurricane of emotion. A whirlwind of despair. A typhoon of ecstasy. A tornado of metaphors. I went to therapy to sort my shit out. It popped up on my On This Day thingy that it was a year ago that I had my first session. (I mean, it popped up a few days ago, but I’ve been busy. But let’s just pretend I am writing this exactly one year on. For dramatic effect.) Let’s see how this changed my life.
So, you may or may not already know, but I was a contestant on series 2 of Naked Attraction (episode 7 to be precise). If you haven’t seen it, you can watch it here. “What is Naked Attraction?” I hear some of you shout. Well, it’s a dating show where you choose your date based purely on naked, phsyical attraction. Basically, we all get naked and I’m like “yeah, you’re hot, let’s bang”. A more in depth description, courtesy of Wikipedia:
So that’s Edinburgh Fringe done for another year. What an exhausting year! Despite only doing 6 shows, compared to 20 last year, I’m just as tired but for very different reasons- my health being a main one.
I spent 3 nights prior to our first show in hospital, due to my vagina trying to kill me by way of urosepsis. Luckily, I’m not dead. But aye, that put a drain on the ole Judybabezzz. But yer gurl’s a fucking trooper and powered through for (most of) the show!
It’s Fringe Season! The most stressful of all the seasons, including mating season.
It’s that time of the year where you see a shit load of shows- some good, some terrible, some great, some just…aye alright- and, if you are performing, where you lose your fucking mind.
So what’s Fonmanu Creative up to this fringe? Well, this year we will not be taking a show to the festival for various reasons (exhaustion, being poor and traumatised) BUT I am doing a separate show, as is Amir (star of 2016’s In Utero), and Stephen (star of 2017’s In Utero). Here’s where to see us: