Monthly Archives: October 2014

“we’re gonna need a bigger boat” – the Quint Nights of Monkey cage

It was the tales of the Botfly larva wriggling around in a human’s brain that was probably the most enduring imagined noise left in the audience’s minds after this week’s Monkey Cage recording. Apparently, the larva make a blood curdling … Continue reading

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Eyeless in Amersham, The Dead March On

“Steve King says we don’t have nightmares because we give them all away” George A Romero Lately, I have been thinking about what scares me. What are the haunting images and spooky tales that stuck to me from childhood. A … Continue reading

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TED and Grace and Tow Trucks

I used the brief window of adrenaline opportunity that I had this afternoon, and now it is gone. But I am glad I got to use it. It is much easier to write about bad gigs, or gigs that you … Continue reading

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Pitta as a Weapon and Cowpat Pie

The train pulls out of Church Stretton, Song for Jesse by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis is playing, the sun is on the hills, and I am surprised that no one seems to be walking up any of them. It … Continue reading

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I’m not my own worst critic, but I am the most persistent

The older I get, the more stand up means to me, the more I can bruise myself with it, and sometimes for no reason. In doing a show about the human mind, I have become increasingly aware of the possible … Continue reading

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Mixing Pop and Pottery they ask me what the use is…

A wobbly week of reading, I have been distracted by conversations and work. (this is my regular reading diary by the way, I haven’t slept, so excuse many errors) Unable to find a copy of Grayson Perry’s Vanity of Small … Continue reading

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Oh Dopamine – The Unexpected Emotions of the Middle Aged Englishman

Is there a sadder sight than a lone, foot-mangled pigeon shuffling by the Manchester Piccadilly Costa Coffee, waiting for a bored traveller to mishandle their pain au raisin and drop yellow dough onto the paving slabs? Yes there is, loads … Continue reading

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“I loved him very, very much, but he died anyway” – The Human Nature of Rosen and Blake

I had a speedy half day of illustration museums. First, to The Cartoon Museum, an expertly curated small space that struts from Hogarth to Steadman via Heath Robinson and Donald McGill on this occasion, the exhibits change with reasonable frequency. … Continue reading

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So I was having a lovely time with a married couple in the toilet…

I have just spent twenty minutes in a toilet cubicle with a lovely couple. That is the sort of thing that London Midland can drive you to, dogging/cottaging situations at 17 miles per hour. The train was rammed, its 4 … Continue reading

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