It's a great feeling, finally taking a step that's been coming for months. Breaking away from Darwin, and heading out. Anything's possible: We could have brand new adventures, explore unfamiliar horizons, re-invent ourselves completely.

After any rough break-up, the process of moving on is always tricky. And if the failed relationship is with an entire city, and moving on means literally moving house to a city 3000 km away, it gets ridiculous.

This month at Happy Yess Comedy, we had a show and tell night. The idea was to rock up with some strange or quirky item from your house and do a five minute set about it.

This is a difficult letter to write.

Darwin, we’ve been friends – more than friends – for a long time now. Literally since I was born. You’ve been there for me, been a part of me, right from the beginning, and even when I left to study down south, I always knew I would come back. You can take the man out of Darwin, as they say, but you can’t take Darwin out of the man.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Finally. Finished, wrapped, bumped out and unmemorized. What did the public think?

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