Satan likes Anzac biscuits

Because I think it’s good manners to show your appreciation with baked goods, I took a batch of Anzac Biscuits to the Opera House yesterday. After the show, we caught up with Kate to chat about it, and I mentioned how much I loved the dancing of the woman wearing the “I Love NY” t-shirt, the enthusiasm of the conductor, and the powerful and oily charm of Satan. Today I got an email from Kate saying that she had given each of these people a biscuit (and her fellow follow spot operator), and that they were a hit with Satan. It’s not every day you get an endorsement from basement cat.