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Photographer: Tim Smith at the MCC, November 08.

Model: Your host

Yes, I have been rather absent of late. Sorry about that. My computer broke and I'm flat out with school and theatre, as usual. My company just finished preview shows in Melbourne and we head to the Adelaide Fringe Festival on Friday morning. Mind you, this doesn't actually mean that I haven't been modeling. I have. Every Saturday. Like clockwork. But no one edits their photos.

I also was meant to be modeling at Circa Nocturna, which I'm sure you have all heard far too much about. Unfortunately, at the last minute, the designer I was walking for had to pull out due to all their outfits being locked away by the bus company. She was devastated, naturally! The effort which goes in to preparing for that sort of thing is unbelievable. So I sat in the audience, dressed like a granny and feeling a bit hard done by. If you were there and thought you saw me, you probably did. Dressed in grey. Looked something like your long lost, red-haired Nana and totally out of place in the middle of all that glamour. Congratulations to all involved. I was so very impressed! But I do think that myself and the lad could have been provided better pre-show entertainment than five girls dancing to Brittney in corsets. That was a bit silly.

In other news, I really like this photo. And the white spot on my forehead is a 16 year old scar from being hit with flying glass from a shattering window. There be a random fact for you.

Description
As usual, points for guessing what the title is quoting.

Photographer: Tim Smith at the MCC, November 08.

Model: Your host

Yes, I have been rather absent of late. Sorry about that. My computer broke and I'm flat out with school and theatre, as usual. My company just finished preview shows in Melbourne and we head to the Adelaide Fringe Festival on Friday morning. Mind you, this doesn't actually mean that I haven't been modeling. I have. Every Saturday. Like clockwork. But no one edits their photos.

I also was meant to be modeling at Circa Nocturna, which I'm sure you have all heard far too much about. Unfortunately, at the last minute, the designer I was walking for had to pull out due to all their outfits being locked away by the bus company. She was devastated, naturally! The effort which goes in to preparing for that sort of thing is unbelievable. So I sat in the audience, dressed like a granny and feeling a bit hard done by. If you were there and thought you saw me, you probably did. Dressed in grey. Looked something like your long lost, red-haired Nana and totally out of place in the middle of all that glamour. Congratulations to all involved. I was so very impressed! But I do think that myself and the lad could have been provided better pre-show entertainment than five girls dancing to Brittney in corsets. That was a bit silly.

In other news, I really like this photo. And the white spot on my forehead is a 16 year old scar from being hit with flying glass from a shattering window. There be a random fact for you.