I am a full-time mama with a passion for writing and talking to fascinating people. I live in a one horse town with a Cowboy and my son.
Thank Lord for cyberspace!
I lived a colourful life in Sydney for a number of years. Working in advertising and journalism for FPC and the Sydney Morning Herald.
During my time in Sydney I competed in a Dragon Boat race, choreographed a dragshow, used the Share Accomodation advertisements as a way to meet men and was told by Noiseworks frontrunner Jon Stevens that I was a bitch!
Then came the decision to move back to country for 3 months to help out my Father with newspaper business while he was having treatment. Convinced I was a city girl I was caught by surprise when I fell in love with a farmer (and no, he didn't want a wife... still doesn't it seems!) convinced him that we needed to see the world, popped off to Vietnam to teach english in Saigon - before realising that the "food" in Nam didn't agree with me... turned out to be Monte - my son who is now with the Cowboy and I back in country NSW!
I am in a wonderful stage of my life where I am focusing on the things that really make me tick.
Including writing these chronicles.
I realise that this story has had more parts than Eddie Murphy in Coming to America so I thought I would finish it up here... congratulations if you are still with me!!
So after all the drama that was my first interview with a rockstar.
It went to print, I was paid, I got some kudos from my peers, I learned a hell of a lot from this experience (in hindsight)
A few weeks after it went to print I noticed Jon Stevens was playing at The Basement in Sydney and decided I'd like to go and check out the gig.
I went along with a friend.
It was a great show - he really does have a unique stage presence and excellent voice.
He sang all of his hits and some covers.
I had a few (many) drinks during it.
After the gig Jon approached the bar and I was standing nearby, so without thinking I approached him.
"Great gig" I said
"Thanks" he replied
" I hope you were OK with the story, I'm Sharni I interviewed you a few weeks ago?"
He turns to me "Oh yes, I remember you. You are that Bitch from the Herald."
He says with flashes of venom dripping from his mouth.
My heart drops.
I start explaining what happened, like an idiot.
Pleading that I wasn't a hardarsed journalist ... but it wasn't to be....
Why, I bothered, I don't know...
He just walked away.
In his leather pants....
So much for "reach out and touch somebody...."
One of his band members saw me standing there and was kind enough to say Hello.
I told him what happened.
"Don't worry, he's an arse to us to sometimes" he said sympathetically.
I then joined the boys for a game of pool. Minus JS.
Three years have passed.
Late this year Jon Stevens had a close call and was rushed to hospital - he has just had open heart surgery for some major blockages. He is in recovery now and doing well.
I contacted his Manager a couple of weeks ago - told him who I was, including that I was the person Jon referred to as "that bitch from the Herald", explained that it was my first EVER interview, that I am now an online writer out in the 'sticks' and that I would love to have the chance to talk to him again.
He said YES!!!
I m doing an interview with Jon Stevens in 2 weeks over the phone...
Oh I do love to give myself a seat of my pants scary arsed challenge...