Monthly Archives: March 2014

I have decided to stop typing up my opinions for a little while, it seems to have become habitual. As it has become habitual, so they have become repetitive, I don’t know how these newspaper columnists manage it. I have … Continue reading →

In case you are new to these, I write them quickly. these blog posts are often questions, not opinions of certainty. You will find flaws in spelling, punctuation and reasoning.  I have been following the religious slaughter debates, awakened to it … Continue reading →

It is 1.25am. Well, not where you are. I mean it is 1.25am when I am writing this, please do not use this post as a timekeeping device, it is even less chance of being correct than a stopped clock. … Continue reading →

I am chaotic. I am messy. I am confused. I have too many things in my pockets. When we started using ink pens at school, I was soon banned because I made everything inky. I like the idea of order, … Continue reading →

To get over feeling cross with myself, I hastily scribbled in my A4 pad on the train, hoping that inky scrawls would be a good come down. I still feel aggression in my guts and it’s aimed right at me. … Continue reading →

I am struggling with writer’s block. For that reason I am just making myself write. I am trying to find the sewage that has clogged up my thoughts and flush it out. So I am just typing and typing, as … Continue reading →

This is not what I wanted to write, but it is the only thing I could.  Whenever I get a new show up and running, my creative mind then goes blank on nearly all other stand up ideas. I haven’t … Continue reading →

My sociopath within sleeps with one eye open. Crouching somewhere between my brain stem and my neocortex, he squats, twitching like a dog dreaming of hares.  Last night, I had again had the delight of pacing and yelping and miming … Continue reading →

The rot set in somewhere around the time Bill Nighy was transformed into a line drawing by a departure gate. It all became more gangrenous during during Joanna Hogg’s Unrelated, a film either beautifully hypnotic or interminably dull, the internet … Continue reading →

I love my job. The 17 year old me might not even believe it was a possible job, or he might be annoyed that I am not famous and in films with Bill Murray or driving through deserts high on … Continue reading →