The Paralympics in Brazil start next week. Yesterday afternoon though, my body seemed to be embracing the sporting spirit a bit early, and in its own ridiculous way.
I was working away on the sofa when I started having a … read more
For a few minutes I lay on my back, studying a small corner of sky that the van’s floppy thermal blind had revealed. It wasn’t giving much away, just a steady non-committal grey.
The noises outside were more revealing: no … read more
By 9:00am everyone was up, lounging on the picnic blanket spread between our tents, trying to avoid bare skin coming into contact with the dewy grass. It didn’t stay damp for long though because the sun was already warm. It’s … read more
It’s that magical time of year when several fields near Market Harborough become awash with colour, creativity, music, laughter and friendship. And I’ve got my fingers crossed that they won’t be awash with rain.
It’s Shambala Festival, one of … read more
I agreed to do this gig in a moment of questionable judgement. But after having a difficult time at a Comedy Festival in Wales I decided to take the plunge. This is very much work in progress and I hear … read more
Out of the blue yesterday my tics let fly with a load of unlikely gossip about daytime TV regular Lorraine Kelly.
Before I tell you any more, here’s the legal disclaimer:
‘The events described in these tics are fictitious. Any … read more
It’s a blisteringly hot day in London, with highs of 29C. At lunchtime Leftwing Idiot, Innes and I went to get some food from a nearby café. We sat outside and soaked up the sunshine.
But that’s not the only … read more
I mentioned last month that we’d been at Battersea Arts Centre for a week working on the very early stages of a new project. During our time there I spent a couple of days working with a voice coach. He … read more
As a child my Gran taught me a number of prayers. I became obsessed with them and had to repeat them all perfectly every night in order to feel safe.
As I hit my teens I was able to reason … read more
One of the hazards of involuntary movements is getting your hands covered in ink. I was using a marker pen yesterday, and ended up with a big, bright, slash of pink across my arm.
I thought nothing of it – … read more