
Age: 50
male
Tim Minchin is an Australian musician, actor, comedian and writer. He has been performing his unique brand of musical comedy in front of appropriately excitable and ever growing audiences since starting out in South Melbourne’s Butterfly Club in 2005. He won the Director’s Award at the Melbourne International Comedy Festival for his break-out show Darkside, and followed this later the same year with one of the most successful debut acts ever at the Edinburgh Fringe – winning the Perrier Award for Best Newcomer. Without wanting to go on and on about it, he’s done some pretty successful live shows since then, often in Australia or the UK, but also on the North American continent (yes that includes you too Canada). But not you Guatemala. Maybe one day. His current songs span topics such as environmentalism, rationalism, prejudice(ism) and his amour de boobs(ism). In fact it would hardly be over the top to say that his love of boobs would be up there in the back of Plato’s cave in the bit that’s carved out for the most perfect and complete example of the love of boobs. But not in a weird way. During his shows he plays the piano, always nicely and oftentimes wildly and excitingly, whilst looking wonderfully athletic, in a pair of delightfully uncomfortable skinny jeans. Tim has made many TV appearances: most recently on Good News Week in Australia and Friday Night with Jonathan Ross in the UK. He’s also performed on radio; his most recent project being Strings, a brand new comedy sitcom pilot for BBC Radio 2, which he both wrote and starred in. His acclaimed 9-minute beat poem, Storm, is being animated for release in October. Tim is currently writing the music and lyrics for the musical Matilda with the Royal Shakespeare Company. This adaptation of the Roald Dahl classic opens in Stratford-upon-Avon in November 2010. Tim, his wife and two young children, now live in London.

Tim Minchin

King Hereward Theirin
for King Hereward Theirin in The Dawn will Come
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The predictions were announced, but no one listened. The warning whispered in the ear of the people will not have had the desired effect. No one prepared. Neither the leaders, nor the inhabitants, cloistered in their peace far too good to be real. Blinded by the stability installed in recent years, everyone believed that it would last, far from bad language and dark predictions. The era of miseries that some people readily rename the era of peace begins in a maelstrom of incidents which erupt without warning but which were nevertheless so predictable. The mistakes of the past are undeniably repeating themselves. Each new era brings with it a lot of grief and the consolations are only temporary.