Go together like a car and pedals. (It’s not as catchy as a horse and carriage, but that’s quite an outdated simile. Whatever, I’m not a poet)
Yeah, so remember how I’m a writer/producer? Me neither! It’s been so long since I’ve done any sort of script writing or theatre/short film making. Which is the actual whole point of Fonmanu Creative. No, it’s not just a platform for me to ramble on about my mental health issues and my love life- it’s actually supposed to be a company which makes shit happen. So, my bad!
If you know me, you know my first defining feature is that I’m super hot. The second most defining thing about me is that I am super cool.
Ever seen anything cooler? No, me neither.
What an excellent title for a Harry Potter book. I’m unsure whether to use the Oxford comma. I’m gonna stick with no. Fuck the police!
Yes, so. It’s Edinburgh Fringe season, what a time to be alive! You’re probably wondering what yer gurl Judy is up to, why hasn’t she told us yet? WHY CAN’T I FIND HER?! That’s because this year I decided to have a year off, not do any shows and just relax. You know, just go through, see some shows, get drunk, shout at the Men With Coconuts in the street. Living the dream.
Turns out, I ended up doing 10 shows with The Cutting Room. And I loved it.
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)