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”
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Ticket Stub
I stubbed my toe today. I walk around very fast, even before I’ve decided where to go, and this afternoon my little toe on my left foot collided with the leg of a stool. I did what anyone would do in this situation. I hopped around and swore and railed against the pain until itContinue reading “Ticket Stub”
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”
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”
Wimpy #3: Streatham
Author’s note: This Wimpy trip took place before London entered into a Tier 2 lockdown. London goes beyond any boundary or convention.It contains every wish or word ever spoken, every action or gesture ever made, every harsh or noble statement ever expressed. It is illimitable. It is Infinite London. Peter Ackroyd, London: a biography London.Continue reading “Wimpy #3: Streatham”
Next Level Sketch: October show at Hoopla Impro, The Miller
We did it. We actually returned to a stage and put on a show! As I’ve written about before, I’m a producer for Next Level Sketch, a sketch comedy collective founded in late 2019, with a mind to do regular sketch comedy nights, as a) we enjoy writing and performing them and b) we feltContinue reading “Next Level Sketch: October show at Hoopla Impro, The Miller”
Mulling over Mill Hill
Today’s main lesson is that Mill Hill is a real place, not just a trap disguised as an unlikely branch of the northern line. Mill Hill Broadway station is one of the least beautiful in London. Its entrance is beneath the M1 motorway, whereas the similarly grim Hendon station sits alongside it. I was inContinue reading “Mulling over Mill Hill”
Final day for the Woolwich Ferry (1963 edition)
The Ernest Bevan. The John Burns. The James Newman. Since 1963, these three ferries have been moving cars, lorries, bicycles and people across the Thames from Woolwich to North Woolwich, or “Woolwich in Essex” as the cool kids are calling it. Today is their last day in operation. Fancy new ferries will arrive in January,Continue reading “Final day for the Woolwich Ferry (1963 edition)”
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