Sarah O'Donnell
Film taste: The Rocky Horror The Rocky Horror Picture Show - I know all the words, Kiss Kiss Bang and the existentialist adventure of any Steven Seagal film.
Music taste: Any 80s classics have to top the list, power ballad gods such as Foreigner, jazz standards, swing and the dancing associated with it, Latin, female vocalists and yeah, a lot of tasteless pop.
Hangout: Waking up time and time again above a pub I haven't worked at in a year. Luckily the beer is still free. Sunbathing on the common or eating a 99 cone whilst strolling along the South Bank.
Most likes (about London): Free exhibitions, Sunday roasts and Yorkshire puds, trying to find a Womble on Wimbledon Common and the hidden back streets of historic London town.
Least likes: Comparing things in pounds to what you could afford back in the land of Oz. Anyone wasting time trying to be 'cool' and missing everything the world has to offer.
Me in 10 words: The best thing to come out of Australia since neighbours. Classic antipodean- whinger, all-round good sort- you pack of flamin' Galahs!
Reviews
I wish I could get up in time to do this before heading to Old Street!
You think I'm kidding...
I had heard of him, seeing he's won numerous awards before the legal age of drinking in the US but all his tours were sold out before I could right-click save.
An extremely intelligent comedian, his approach is casual and friendly, never relying on crude or abstrct humour to keep the laughs coming.
Pretty much the boy-next-door, if your neighbour was cheeky, funny and willing to do anything, and I mean anything for a laugh.
Since arriving at Spoonfed I have had the wonderful luck of winning at least one thing (be it free entry, vodka or holidays) a week. About two weeks ago I won tickets to the iTunes festival at Koko on the night Gabriella Cilmi was performing as well as The Feeling.
Being a fellow Antipodean, I was over the moon when I got the chance to see her perform that ever-so catchy tune live and in such a wondrous venue.
However, I was bitterly disappointed. Being a mere 16 years old, she lacked all the graces of an experienced performer and therefore proceeded to bounce around the stage, ignore her adoring public and perform the same monotonous dance routine for every song no matter if she was singing about love or death.
With a little more touring and a few wise words from more weathered artists, she'll make it to the top worldwide. Her voice will never let her down, as long as you listen to her songs on the radio or YouTube.
It's just the idea of spending three hours with a puppet telling me how miserable life really is. The life of a puppet should be all rainbows, green pastures and lollipops, not depression, unemployment and racism.
As a result of peer pressure, if hesitantly handed over my hard earned cash to the ticket counter.
I have never laughed so much in my whole life. Surrounded by international students missing some or all of the jobs, I couldn't resist the catchy lyrics, outlandish situations and cheeky sexual connotations.
After you get use to the puppet and clearly visible puppet master speaking at the same time, the two characters blur into one.
The tricky thing is, they get away with a lot more than any other musical could. Sex between puppets, irresistible lyrics about the internet is for porn and acceptable racism.
I will definitely become a repeat offender, though the play is about to pack up show at the Noel Coward Theatre in a few months so I guess I'll be a groupie anxious for another hit of puppetry.
As the drinks flow freely throughout the evening, you'll find two things might happen: you'll slump into a corner, mumbling that you've lost your shoes or you'll transform into a pool shark, knocking a table clean within minutes.
I was the former after my 25th birthday celebrations.
As there's no partner needed, everyone enjoys the company of a different person every step so you're never stuck with someone with two left feet.
Teaching energetic Londoners an Australian style of jive, you'll never have to resort to dancing around your handbag on a Saturday night in a club.
Steps are easy to master, it's just the tired, and blistered, feet at the end of the night that could put a damper on the proceedings.

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