Singing into the void / Sex Ghostbusters

A productive day today, after a couple of days struggling somewhat with depression and generally not being able to get my brain to do what I wanted it to, as though it was a poorly designed 1980s video game and I was a shit joystick. I spent a couple of hours writing sketches in theContinue reading “Singing into the void / Sex Ghostbusters”

Comedy Virgins at Cavendish Arms, Stockwell

I think tonight was technically my first ever stand up show*? It didn’t feel like it, because I’ve been compering and doing character comedy at factually inaccurate, and of course sketch comedy and hosting before that. But the nerves were certainly real – exaggerated by initially being left off the scheduled line-up – and byContinue reading “Comedy Virgins at Cavendish Arms, Stockwell”

Dawn Foster: In Memoriam

I’m struggling to find words to write about the death of Dawn Foster, but writing something seems important. We were close friends in the early to medium days of our Guardian careers, when we were both attempting to navigate the bullshit, insincerity and toxicity of modern liberal journalism, and largely failing to do so. Dawn,Continue reading “Dawn Foster: In Memoriam”

Throwing banana skins in front of myself on purpose

Why do we write? Some people write because they have to; they have this restless twisting beast in their belly that tells them they have to, just as other people seek power, or revenge, or being the best at tiddlywinks. I don’t have that, but I do respond well to a deadline. So I feelContinue reading “Throwing banana skins in front of myself on purpose”

Waitrose New Malden Car Park

My family has lived directly behind this car park for decades, being woken by the revving of early morning delivery HGVs and breathing in the polluted air of the many idling SUVs that make their way down from Coombe to queue, engines always on, along the residential, suburban streets. I know companies make it hardContinue reading “Waitrose New Malden Car Park”

Next Level Sketch, with special guests The Free Mondays

Tuesday saw the return of Next Level Sketch to our spiritual home, Hoopla Impro at The Miller in London Bridge. It was another important step on the long road back to normality, as this time we weren’t obliged to do two sets to two different audiences. We had actual special guests in the form ofContinue reading “Next Level Sketch, with special guests The Free Mondays”

Cycling in Kingston

Desperately trying to memorise words, I took a walk around Kingston Upon Thames yesterday, repeating things to myself and attracting curious glances from passers-by. Was I mad, or had hands-free mobile technology reached the invisibility stage? The council has made assorted efforts to encourage more people to walk and cycle around town; if you’re onContinue reading “Cycling in Kingston”

What we choose to remember and how we choose to remember it

I’m struggling to sleep, so I’m up in the small hours thinking about what it is from today that I would like to remember. Writing a journal is an act of claiming something back from otherwise wasted days, if nothing else. As I close my eyes, I move through the tape of the day. SlowlyContinue reading “What we choose to remember and how we choose to remember it”