Author Archives: robinince

The sentence

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…

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

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

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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Exhibitions from Sydney to Wakefield 2016

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

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The Doctors took my offal – abstract expressionism and intrigue

Two skeletons fighting over a pickled herring is just what I needed to regain peace of mind. I had spent too long without shape and form. There had been shapes and forms, but they could not be ordered into a … Continue reading

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The End of Planet Earth…now Rio

Why did I think I knew what orthogonal meant? To be fair, I had been drinking. David McAlmont asks me if I know what orthogonal means. I say yes. He then says, “what does it mean?” The Oliver Hardy lobe … Continue reading

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