Monthly Archives: January 2017

“Pretending to be other people is my game” – on John Hurt

Posted on January 28, 2017 by robinince

I can’t pinpoint when John Hurt became one of my teenage obsessions. Was it when one the school bullies talked loudly about how he was so moved by The Elephant Man that he burst into tears? Was it when I … Continue reading →

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Banana skins, theremins and Poop- Can slapstick save our humanity

Posted on January 21, 2017 by robinince

I am in a sentimental mood. I shouldn’t be, Jeanette Winterson warns us that sentimentality is a cheap and shallow recourse for those who may be incapable of true emotion. This may be why mafia films are always so keen … Continue reading →

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The sentence

Posted on January 15, 2017 by robinince

You may be worried by the shape and form of this blog post but it will be explained and if it is all too much for you there are safer structures below but I why not give it a go … Continue reading →

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And All That Was Left of Civilisation Was a Floppy Disk Orchestra…

Posted on January 10, 2017 by robinince

A new series of The Infinite Monkey Cage starts next Monday. The Radio Times asked me to write a column on it, and I didn’t read the instructions, so wrote the wrong thing. The column they wanted is in this … Continue reading →

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Two Eggs and the walking dead – day two of writing a book

Posted on January 7, 2017 by robinince

By the end of day one book writing, I had written about 1500 words that at least survived until today without bitter or frustrated deletion. I have a habit of thinking, “just before I move on to the next section, … Continue reading →

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Typing at Strangers for Money -day one of writing a book – a history of procrastination

Posted on January 6, 2017 by robinince

Now is the time for procrastination. I want to write a book. I have to write a book. There is a deadline. This morning, I dreamt that Amy Schumer was doing a show at a theatre in coastal Kent. It … Continue reading →

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