Friday, March 6, 2009
Auckland F*cking City
I got a facebook message from my old friend Emily Barclay the other day asking if she and her friend Colin from Auckland F*cking City could interview me for his loudmouth, cynical, offensive and actually quite funny online magazine.
Colin is the guy dressed up like a tranny bride on posters all over Auckland right now. I respect how they pay lots of money just to make a joke. If you don't know who Emily Barclay is, you're obviously not a fan of low budget, kitchen sink, shudder-inducing Australasian Films. She usually plays the manipulative sexpot or the lost little girl trying to express herself in this cold, dark world through writing poetry, making mix tapes and having her very own hideaway shed that she lures older men into. In real life she's a loud, abrasive and genuinely rude vegan, but she has a heart of gold – if only I could find it... And anyway, I always liked her little sister and dad better. Hey, look at that, I've spent this entire intro talking about you Emily.
I consented to the interview on the condition that Emily didn't say anything too rude, swear or bring up embarrassing details of my past life (I went out with a friend of hers for about three years from when I was 17 so it'd be fair to say she's seen me at my worst). Emily being Emily, we were about four questions into the interview when I realised that she'd told Colin that I wouldn't swear. He tried his best, but don't worry Mum, I stayed strong.
We discussed fashion, rugby players, John Key's wardrobe, hemp desert storm boots, hipsters and religion over the course of an hour. They transcribed every word I said. Oh, and just for the record, I don't giggle.
Read the interview here.