Monthly Archives: October 2013

As people are now coming to this blog post because of a link by The Guardian’s Brian Logan I will explain that we never wanted critics coming to our Shambles shows as we wanted to experiment with new stuff without … Continue reading →

After a rather serious blog post, this falls into the “written very late, piece of nonsense, toppling out of thoughts at 1am” category of blog post.    As the 22.33 from Brighton pulled out of London Bridge, I started reading … Continue reading →

Something written in the doorway of the delayed train at Platform 4 of Northampton Station. Before I had even reached the station, I knew today’s journey to Birmingham would be sluggish at best. A  kindly neighbour had already offered a … Continue reading →

How many times do you nod, smile and say “hello” to someone if you must keep walking by them? Going back and forth between my dressing room and the stage, I see the stage door man. I have had a … Continue reading →

This one stops a bit early, well not early, I used too many words before I got to where I meant to.  Not enough lengthy diatribes spoken in pubs, around camp fires or at political conferences end with the words, … Continue reading →

Regular readers know that these daily posts are often me trying to work out what I think about something by forcing myself to write it into sentences. This one is overlong, sorry. Feel free to leave comments, but try and … Continue reading →

I am meant to be writing a blog post of at least 800 words every day, but today I have failed. I have sat down to write it and realized I just don’t have the energy, mental or physical. My … Continue reading →

I went to visit my parents and I wondered, when did I stop calling this home. Even in adulthood, when we live in independent homes of our own, it takes a while for the home of your childhood to not … Continue reading →

Written late, a few childhood memories, thoughts on good fortune realised later in life, beware spelling, ghastly sentence structure and grotesque punctuation. I went to visit my parents and I wondered, when did I stop calling this home. Even in … Continue reading →