An intrepid researcher dares The Gully of the Zipper Crab, only to be methodically eviscerated by an entity only one man - subsequently driven insane by the effort - has lived to describe. Suffice to say, the abomination which dwells in this barren gully - nursing its profound and bitter hostility over the long centuries, writhing idly in a noisome slime-pond of its own excretions - is
I'm having a reading of my play Ambergris at the Carlton Courthouse on Saturday at 2.00pm. (That's Sept 1, 349 Drummond St, Carlton, about 20 metres from the corner of Elgin.) It's late notice, I know, but... sorry... and perhaps some rough, first-draft playwrighting-in-progress is precisely your idea of how to celebrate the first day of Spring. Do come if it takes your fancy.