Mark Friend
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| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Education |
| Occupation | Teacher |
| Location | Cooma, NSW, Australia |
| Introduction | Originally from the big smoke of Sydney, I am currently a teacher / frustrated playwright / director etc living in the peaceful solitude of the small town Cooma. Beautifully located only a hour away from the joys of Canberra, an hour away from the pleasures of the snowfields (that I don't attend), and just over an hour and half away from the sunny beach of Tathra. I usually try to sell Cooma to friends as a great place to visit and do nothing. However, we are lucky enough have an old Snowy Mountain Scheme barrick converted into a local theatre called Cooma Little Theatre. The company manages to produce 3 to 4 plays per year and get to direct 1 or 2. I usually thrown most of my spare time here Since I've been in town, my productions include: 2007: Stones in His Pockets by Marie Jones, The Willow Pattern by Judith Johnson, Word Gets Aroun devised by The Play Project, 2006:"The Queen Must Die" by David Farr,Shelter by Simon Bent 2005:"Brokenville" by Philip Ridley, "Totally Over You" by Mark Ravenhill, 2004:"Sweet Road" by Debra Oswald and 2003: "This Way Up" by Elizabeth Coleman. There is alot of youth theatre amongst that list |
| Interests | anything that grabs my attention, theatre, directing, reading, writing, theatresports, travel (usually locally), chairs, good pizza, cheap motels and wine, music, listening to the radio, small gatherings, weekends, walking about somewhere I've never been before, my own company ... |
| Favorite Movies | 12 Angry Man, Trust, Local Hero, Return Home, Some Like It Hot, The Big Sleep, Idiot Box |
| Favorite Music | Wedding Parties Anything, Billy Bragg, The Triffids, R.E.M, Radiohead, Ben Folds, Polyphonic Spree, The Decemberists, Fountains of Wayne, Sigur Ros, The Clash, Pink Floyd, and all this springs back to the 1980s with The Beatles revival |
| Favorite Books | The Plague by Albert Camus, 12 Angry Men by Reginald Rose, Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller. Anything by Paul Auster and Herman Hesse. Sounds cheerful on reflection |
Why does the taste of pennies remind you of losing a tooth?
Does it? I've never tasted a penny but I guess that it is the iron in the blood?