The Moth

In 2016 I attended The Moth during the Melbourne Fringe Festival.  I’d recently joined Storytelling Australia Victoria with a view to honing my craft and lined up tickets with a fellow SAV member.  He couldn’t make it but I attended on my own, a long history of traipsing around Melbourne to watch live music none of my friends cared for inuring me to social awkwardness arising from being alone in large social settings.
I didn’t realise the stories told at The Moth events needed to be personal and so had spent the drive in thinking through and improving a science fiction story I told at a library event a few months earlier.  As the host, Cal Wilson, got the evening rolling the penny dropped.  Already with my name in the hat, I quickly mapped an experience from my time in the trauma cleaning industry into something approaching a recognisable story, checked it for spelling and expunging any personal information, and nearly jumped out of my seat when I heard my name announced as one of the ten selected to tell their story that night.
In light of the quality of the other nine tales told I felt extremely chuffed to get the votes to win through to The Moth Grandslam on a date TBA.  TBA turned out to be the 18th of June, 2018 and the topic for the night is “When Worlds Collide.”
I am mapping an Antarctic experience to fit the topic and the time limit.
Please join me there if you’re in Melbourne, free on the evening and have the requisite bucks to hand.




Shackleton’s depot laying party head to the Ross Sea and fight to get food and fuel to the foot of the Beardmore.
Part one of a two parter recounting one of the most harrowing chapters to arise in the heroic era.

Soundscapes in this episode include Cuverville Island, Port Charcot, the Melchior Islands and Useful Island.  Wrong side of the continent to be discussing the Ross Sea but I’ll take it over another session in the pretend dive hut.

Falling Southward Fund part the two

With six days left to run the Falling Southward Fund is ticking along, bringing in money to help me get the saftey training I need to operate safely in high latitudes on a ship full of people and flammable stuff.
Here’s a brief look at why I love getting schooled on how to do things correctly.

I am not clumsy.
I am adventurous over a long enough time span that sometimes my best laid plans went agley.

Falling Southward Fund 02



Hello folks
I’ve been offered work in Antarctica and urgently need to renew some certs and get my teeth fixed and get a seafarer’s medical and buy plane tickets and purchase bulk coffee supplies.
If you’ve paid all your bills and put some money aside for a rainy day and donated to some charities and had your fill of the caviar and lobster, please consider flicking a few bucks my way.
Music, soundscapes and broad horizons lie in the offing, so take care and appreciate your coffee.

My campaign can be found here.

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Prussian Army lieutenant Wilhelm Filchner led Germany’s second expedition in the early 20th century. While the government stayed largely hands off the expedition committee put their oar in enough to see der Deutschland sail under a syphilitic commander whose antics placed everyone’s lives in danger and gave us a really good example of the sort of problems split leadership can cause in a high latitudes project.
Suspected suicide, suspected fake appendicitis and very definite mania and toastiness characterised Filchner’s time in the south.
Episode 047 of ice coffee can be found here.
Die "Deutschland" an der SchelfeiskanteConcerned that you might be sick of black and white images of three masted ships among ice, I’ve made subtle alterations to this picture of the Deutschland.  See if you can spot them.