How do you know if someone is rich? Because they live in a big house or drive a fancy car? For me, it was always about the size of the Nutella jar in their pantry. Tiny jar? Struggle town. Family-size tub? They’re ready to retire.
As a kid, my family couldn’t afford Nutella. We had ‘chocolate spread’, which was just sadness in a jar. I’ve got teenagers of my own now, and I can afford to buy them the big Nutella. But times have changed, and they don’t want it. They prefer skincare serum instead.
The Nutella Wars is my third solo show It’s about Nutella, but also about growing up in war (hilarious, I promise!) moving to Australia, raising teenagers and thinking you’ve found ice cream in the freezer just to find it’s leftover lentils. There’s also a 1976 estate named Bertha. She’s the emotional support vehicle. Please come. Bring a friend. Don’t forget your spoon.
“A genuinely funny show delivered with confidence and aplomb.” – GlamAdelaide
“A perfect combo of affirmation and merriment.” – The List