Author Archives: robinince

Psychobibliophilia – where’s your book been?

written in a café, distracted by a precarious stool. Psychobibliography is not the word I am looking for, but it will do for now. Age has seen me become increasingly intrigued in psychogeography. Being halfway or more through life, I … Continue reading

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Mud flats and Synth Dystopias

It is late. I have a headache. There will be mistakes in the words below. I’ll correct them soon, but here’s the clumsy version. The Laugharne Weekend is one of my favourite weekends of the year. Last year, when I … Continue reading

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What damage the 50 pence in the cup?

My busker rule is, “if I have change, I should put something in the guitar case or hat”. This is usually around 40 or 50 pence, which seems pretty reasonable for spending 10 to 30 seconds listening to an acoustic … Continue reading

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I Never Meant to be Boring – ideas vs laughter

Writing about the upcoming film of Blade Runner, Philip K Dick remarked that the problem with Hollywood was its concentration of disturbing the senses, but not the mind. This is not just an issue of Hollywood anymore. It is the … Continue reading

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What Brian and I did with Your Money – No Helicopters Purchased

About ten years ago, I started putting on shows at Christmas that mixed up science demonstrations, stand up, musicians, character acts and some fireworks. For some people, this has become a tradition, a secular sleigh ride. When there was a … Continue reading

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Return of the Cardigan – the impossibility of giving up

Written on delayed trains at midnight. The retirement from stand up didn’t quite work out, but it is like an alcoholic going from 6 pints and 6 shorts to a glass of wine a night, maybe a large glass. I … Continue reading

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Your Obedient Servant…

Just a sketch of a short story, the beginning of a thing, or just an embarrassing end.  He had given up being angry. Eventually, he had stopped counting the days. He was not happy, and he didn’t want to think … Continue reading

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