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Sweet Tweets
by Sarah Catherall

"Can we walk and talk?" asks Arthur Meek, hopping up from a table at a cafe on Wellington's craggy Miramar Peninsula. 
It's not the usual way of conducting an interview, but walking inspires the award-winning playwright, sparking his creativity and allowing him to think. Read more!

On RNZ with Jesse Mulligan

Here's me gabbing away at 100 miles an hour to Jesse Mulligan, the affable afternoon host with the voice like cool water on hot stones. Afterwards, we followed each other on Twitter.

Roger & Me

Sunday 24 May, 2015
It was Literary Lion v Talkative Tabby as my personal hero Roger 'Box-Office' Hall talked to me, ME! at the Michael King Writer's Centre in Devonport. We chatted about how I could advance my career by  watching The Great British Sewing Bee. I made him promise to star with me in a TV show. It's about ATC forcing him to accept me as dramaturg on his new play. Roger's not happy, I'm not helpful, but he wants to be young and I want to be rich so we reach a comical co-dependency. I really like Roger. He's a good man.

Seven Sharp

Friday April 24, 2015
Me old mate, (and dead ringer for Tintin, minus the dog and racism) Jack Tame braved a shitty old day in New York to file this story. In it, I pretend to be whoever it was in Singing in the Rain who twirled round the lamppost. I was genuinely scared something bad would happen when I stormed Hillary's campaign headquarters, but Doug the cameraman told me that it couldn't be worse than what was happening to him since his wife found out about their divorce. 

New York Magazine

March 23 - April 5 2015
OCPHCTMHYL made it into the bumper issue that went for two weeks over easter. Four covers too, which meant spending a lot of money so ma and pa could have a copy of each in their clippings book. It's in the approval matrix, the only part of the magazine that everyone actually reads (some of their articles are long, and others are long and by Alec Baldwin). So, the verdict: Low Brow & Brilliant section, next to John Stewart, Lena Dunham and the serial killer from the jinx. 'Demented' they called it, because demented people don't write angry letters like retarded people would if used as a pejorative. Don't know how NY  Mag found out about it, and I assume they didn't come see the play. That's OK. I wasn't expecting them. They did me a good turn.