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By Anna McShane-Potts Photo taken in the gender-neutral bathroom of The Butterfly Club On Monday night I was lucky enough to go and see fellow Monash student, Clifton-Hill Barista, and cabaret artist Jack Lynch’s performance Confessions from the Bell Jar, which was playing at the Melbourne Fringe Festival. Performed at one of my all-time favourite venues, The Butterfly Club. The venue was dark and dingy, the bar bustling and the waiting area so full of Fringe-enthusiasts that you could barely move. It’s been like this every time I’ve been to The Butterfly Club, bodies spill into the adjoining room as

by Aponi Kailash Maybe I need to re-read... So. I should preface this by saying that going into this reading I had expectations. Yes, yes, I know what a stupid idea BUT I had them nonetheless. These expectations of mine were not dashed however, more like completely side-stepped. Want examples? Read on. The Chain is essentially about a woman who has her child taken (though not from a Parisian apartment and in the absence of Liam Neeson’s help). She then has to kidnap another child (as well as paying a ransom) in order for her own to be returned. From

by Britt Munro   As a serious journalist who investigates the pressing issues of our time (please see my recent piece ‘Dogs vs Cats: The Ultimate Showdown’), when delving into the world of interviewing, I was shocked that so many celebs rudely ignored my calls. Rami Malek, if you’re reading this, I was particularly disappointed in you. After seeing Bohemian Rhapsody eight times over summer (I am NOT crazy!) I have practically funded your retirement. So, in no way a last resort (let’s be honest — it helps she can’t refuse), who better to interview for her take on the