Ezra Parkinson
I was quite surprised with my interviewee for this month, as he is such a cornerstone at the Southern Cross that I've known for most of my own time here. Then I realized, do we know him at all? Perhaps it was time that we found out more, now more than ever before. Our tall, hippy Jesus-esque, 2 time champion of the pool tournament (consecutively!) and head chef is before me, clad in head to toe black, before beginning his shift on the Death Star. He's already reading my sheet of questions, which I quickly cover with a drinks menu as nobody must know what is coming for them on this godforsaken, rubbery excuse of a blawg. H: Welcome to your interview, for the Staff Newsletter, August twenty eighteen. E: Cool, cool, cool H: ARE YOU EXCITED? E: Umm, I guess? H: Okay, let's begin. What is in your fridge right now? E: Donuts [I cackle loudly, signature move] H: Heaps and heaps of donuts. H: If you could be a member of any TV family, which would it be? E: Oooooh... Th...
