Monthly Archives: December 2016

You keep feeling sad about the state of the world. You don’t know why that feeling is getting worse. You try to shrug off this sense of doom. Then you change channels and watch Question Time. You bloody idiot. You … Continue reading →

Professor Cox didn’t believe me about garlic scented death. He gave me that cosmologist’s withering look that tells the audience he is quite amazed to be in such close proximity to an idiot when he has Stephen Hawking’s direct line. … Continue reading →

“a lot of time is used in fear and apprehension that could be used in action” I can’t recall a time when I have seen as many people smiling as they walked around a Tate Modern exhibition. Expressions of delighted … Continue reading →

The Christmas Monkey Cage (to be broadcast at 9am on 27th December) will be with Deborah Hyde, Mark Gatiss, Neil DeGrasse Tyson and The Bishop of Leeds. We’ll be talking ghosts, holy and secular. Even before The Smiths instructed me, … Continue reading →

There is a lot of negativity towards cannibalism. There is scant mention of it on TV cookery programmes, either as a totemistic or nutritional diet choice. By clumsy chance, as I write this, I am sucking blood, my own, having … Continue reading →

After a solitary first half of 2016, mainly writing in the attic and creating occasional one off shows for festivals, the second half has mainly been attached to Professor Cox. From Glastonbury Monkey Cage via an Australian tour, a musical … Continue reading →