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Monthly Archives: June 2014
The Man with the Wheelie Suitcase Stood in the Way of the Blossom
I am not sure I am made for capital cities, especially capital cities that splutter and gasp, and so I am not made for London. (actually, I have just remembered that I am made for New York, Paris and Edinburgh, … Continue reading
the Wrong Cough in Hull Derailed Him, and he went to stare at himself in the dock water
Written between Nuneaton and Milton Keynes, here is one of my self indulgent blog posts on performing. Niche. The weight of expectation on any given night can propel you through the air or crush you into bone splinters of self-loathing. … Continue reading
Never Ever Bloody Anything Ever
I am hosting an event in celebration of Rik Mayall next month, so I revisited the words I wrote about him on the day he died. I wish I’d called this blog post – But We Still Don’t Know, Is … Continue reading
Cracked Lenses and Sugar Free Minds
I do not believe that Michael Legge and I would be the best people to deliver a piano up some stairs. We cannot even close a sofa bed without Michael breaking my glasses. My eyes are Donald Pleasence Great Escape … Continue reading
The Day I Fell from the Artistic Roll call, Let me Sell you something
I am dead to me. Today, due to a shabby reading of emails, I have broken one of my personal rules of stand up. I am off the artistic roll-call. I am a spent force. My words are lies, my … Continue reading
Interim Report on Living With an Alcohol Free Mind – what fresh teetotal demon thoughts lurk?
This is one of my 26 minute blog posts that I write on a train journey home. Errors abound I imagine. And so this sobriety stretches from Autumn, through Winter and Spring, and now to the thirsty Summer. I will … Continue reading
Selfish Scientist Pulls Wings off a Fairy, then Cold-Heartedly Laughs as It dies
Last night, I was reading The Wishing Chair to my son. I now feel very bad about this. At the Cheltenham Science festival yesterday, Richard Dawkins has apparently said that all demonically possessed furniture must be placed in a mighty … Continue reading
Why I turned down Dawkins as I decided to talk to Jesus – philosophy jazz and oatcakes
We need a better quality of silence. Yesterday, everything was too loud. Even the quiet areas had the rustling and fidgeting turned up to the annoyance of an unreachable itch beneath plaster. They should cut down on comedy clubs and … Continue reading
In Wasted Times of Celluloid…
Today is a no grand ambition blog, just some thoughts on movie going. I spent this morning’s coffee break, really the extension of an unearned lie in disguised as “work” because I answered a few emails, reading Jonathan Romney’s Short Orders: … Continue reading
A possibly humanist monkey (uncaged) in search for unreachable brevity
Written in 25 minutes on the train home, expect mistakes. Why is brevity so hard to grasp? 45 years in to a life and still I overrun. It’s as if I have no confidence in anything and so I say … Continue reading
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