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A father’s day poem, but probably for mother’s too
This is a little poem about those times when you think of the time when your children will be grown, still friends, but differently. Written after we walked around the woods where we built a den and saw that it … Continue reading
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The Book Fast Must Begin
My book fast has begun. It officially began yesterday, though I haven’t bought a book since Tuesday, unless you count Uncut Magazine’s bumper Nick Cave special. My last book shop in a bookshop was at Islington’s Oxfam, where a bought … Continue reading
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A Mess of Thoughts on Jokes and Freedom and Context
“you can’t say anything anymore,” say the people who seem to be saying everything. The free speech squabbles have become dominated by people who celebrate bullying and spite or just people who don’t seem to realise that some people don’t … Continue reading
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and she said “Well, I don’t think you’re a fishmonger. I think you’ve done a plop in the wrong lavatory.” – Happy Birthday, Rik
Rik Mayall would have been sixty today. He is the main reason that my ungainly employment for the last twenty five years has been shouting at strangers for money. A few weeks ago, I hosted an event where we showed … Continue reading
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Book Shambles Is Back – my January books
Book Shambles has returned. The first episode is with comedian, producer, director, actor AND broadcaster, Jeff Garlin. To tie in with its return, here is my reading and seeing diary for January. Much of January has involved working on the … Continue reading
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Were There Other Doctors? – On Tom Baker
Here is a piece I wrote about Tom Baker for the Mark Millar edited Big Issue. Oh the giddy nausea of excitement when the Doctor Who theme tune began on a Saturday afternoon. Who is my Doctor? Tom Baker, of … Continue reading
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What I did on my holiday – Professor Brian Cox tour version
An audience of 24,000 spread over nine shows in eight cities in fifteen days, and now the Australian and New Zealand tour is done. We left London twenty days ago and return shortly after a couple of days in Hong … Continue reading
Long Live the Hyper Real Flesh and the old joke – Canberra to Adelaide
I have a fascination with old school comedians that has been interfering with my sleep patterns. Through a series of moves via Mick Miller and Johnny Casson, I find myself watching a 45 minute recording of Duncan Norvelle. Best known … Continue reading
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Let us Celebrate Leo McKern – a day in Canberra
I bumped my head on the beam of my own absurdity as I walked around Canberra’s great big lake. I risked a walk without hat or factor 50 unaware of the high, hot sun. You think I’d have been aware … Continue reading
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