Tag Archives: George Carlin

Eddie Izzard, Airing Cupboards and the nature of writing

Posted on July 21, 2017 by robinince

Eddie Izzard once advised me that I should not have an airing cupboard. He had come round to my flat to play Escape from Colditz. He won. He told me an airing cupboard was a level of luxury too great … Continue reading →

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Grinding My Teeth to the Gums – I Wanted to Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, but I was too Worried It Wasn’t Fair Trade

Posted on May 25, 2014 by robinince

This post started off with a different agenda, but about halfway through, you’ll see my id appear as the election results came in. To hell with the punctuation, grammar and spelling…my mind is reeling, my gut is aching, my throat … Continue reading →

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I Browse Until My Mind Turns Blue (a perilous expedition to Hay approaches)

Posted on May 23, 2014 by robinince

I am off to Hay-on-Wye, the bibliosexual’s lurid playground, where all is books. A land of myopia and paper cuts.  I have a few hours until departure, and I am currently deluding myself that I can get through 24 hours … Continue reading →

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Our Splendid Defeat – Happiness Through Failure

Posted on August 1, 2013 by robinince

As usual I put this up under cover of darkness, a loosely linked collection of thoughts on stand up, failure, and becoming product. I’ll either delete or rewrite this tomorrow, but here it is now. As usual, it is a … Continue reading →

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