“your famous friend, well I knew him before you, oh yeah!”

With apologies to Franz Ferdinand. To (tangentially) follow up yesterday’s post: there was a director named Matt Kowalchuk, who was hanging about Walterdale Playhouse around the same time I wrote Crushed. He directed a number of shows, including one of my favourite productions ever, of Morris Panych’s Seven Stories. Another fellow I knew ages ago,Continue reading ““your famous friend, well I knew him before you, oh yeah!””