Following the death of my grandmother, I have been spending some time back in New Malden. The old house, the focal point for my Dad’s family for as long as I can remember, now sits quieter than it has in decades. No aunties turn up for afternoon cups of tea; no Irish cousins appear, unannounced,Continue reading “Blagdon Road Car Park”
Category Archives: Diary
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”
Wading through the Content Mines
Time is endless and passes in the blink of an eye. I’ve had loads to write about but I haven’t been sure where to begin; the problem with journalising is it’s easy to fall out of the habit, and when you fall out of the habit you fall off a cliff. But if someone failsContinue reading “Wading through the Content Mines”
Suburb on the Edge of Forever
I’ve been throwing out #content in various directions lately, but have been neglecting my blog, so here I am writing a post to remind myself of all the stuff I’ve been doing and to try and push me to write something every day, no matter how dry and dreary. Which seems like a strange thingContinue reading “Suburb on the Edge of Forever”
Can’t Get You Out Of My Head
It is late but I am not quite ready to give up on my crazy dream of writing an entire new blog post every single day. So! Here I am with fresh bedding and a lively mind with some statements and observations on day 876 of lockdown III. [1] I just watched the first ofContinue reading “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head”
Illustrated Banality
I am trying to update my blog every day at the moment, which is a project as doomed to failure as the poor coriander plant desperately seeking the limited light of the kitchen window. Nevertheless, we persist! The problem is that the days are so packed full of incident and life, and the desire toContinue reading “Illustrated Banality”
Diagnosis: clown
I burned myself last night. I was half reclining on the sofa, like a Roman, and spilled hot tea all over my chest. I quickly removed my T-shirt and jumper, and got in the shower and poured cool (but not freezing) water at myself while checking the NHS website to check I was doing theContinue reading “Diagnosis: clown”
Swells reviews my record from beyond the grave
I do like writing songs but I’m not very good at promotion. If this was 1994, I’d sign to a major label, despite all my protestations at being “alternative”, just to escape the anxiety of writing to people asking them to listen or give coverage to my work. A few more nice things to report,Continue reading “Swells reviews my record from beyond the grave”
Newsjack
A friend of mine has the delightful twitter bio “I used to make comics on the internet!”. Even less impressive than that is the news I *almost* got one of my sketches on the BBC’s long-standing, satirical-ish open submission radio comedy Newsjack. I pressed the big red button and convened a special episode of SketchesContinue reading “Newsjack”
Gonna be a painter all my life
There’s an old Hefner song called Alan Bean, named after the fourth man on the moon. It always got to me, because Alan Bean went to space, saw the earth spinning away beneath him, and knew what he wanted to be. “Gonna be a painter all my life,” sings Hayman, as Bean. It almost feelsContinue reading “Gonna be a painter all my life”
