Och Aye Mon
Although there were lots of great points raised in the reviews, one of the pieces of criticism that Chris is Dead received was just plain bizarre: one reviewer said that the character Mac was a stereotype because he was an alcoholic Scot. Ridiculous racism aside, the criticism riled me because it was so reductionist: Mac was going … Continue reading
The Sheer Potential
Happy New Year one and all, and thank you for your support and readership! On behalf of myself, Harry and Jules, we wish you a lovely year filled with joy, hilarity, timely public transport and excellent wardrobe choices. It’s a lovely time of year, isn’t it? The idea of a fresh start, however dependent it … Continue reading
Einstein Had A Day Job
There is, as Bill Shakespeare quite rightly pointed out, a tide in the affairs of men. In this day and age, the affairs that men (and women) seem most concerned about are their careers, and the economic tide is making everybody feel pretty seasick. People working in the arts have especial cause to be turning … Continue reading
Writer’s Hurdle
I am currently being visited by that unpredictable and difficult-to-shift bastard, writer’s block. The fact that I’m writing at this very moment is of no comfort: I’ll probably give up on this post in about five minutes when I realise that I’m waffling a load of nonsense. At the moment I keep starting to write … Continue reading
Sunday, Bloody (Hell, it’s Already) Sunday
With a mere four days to go til Chris is Dead is performed at the Etcetera Theatre as part of Camden Fringe 2013, the pressure is on for this blog post to be the mother of all marketing devices. Alright, let’s do this: why do I want people to see this play? For all sorts of reasons: … Continue reading
As Different as Chalk and…Slightly Different Chalk
Towards the beginning of our beautiful friendship, Empty Photo Operations Manager Harry Kinsley and I went to the Hampstead Downstairs to see a play called Hello/Goodbye. It was a touching, engaging and amusing piece of theatre that left us both with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and if it ever comes on again, I highly recommend it … Continue reading
Edith Piaf is a Liar
In his charmingly (and often painfully) accurate portrayal of student life, the novel Starter for Ten, David Nicholls makes an excellent point about regret; or rather, the protagonist does: “Whenever I hear Edith Piaf sing ‘Non, je ne regrette rien’ – which is more often than I’d like, now that I’m at university – I can’t … Continue reading
The Devil’s in the Drafting
In the final scene of Who’s Dorian Gray? one of the characters, Richard, has a monologue that confronts the villain with his past weaknesses. When I wrote it I intended for the monologue to be delivered with a kind of cold, even temper that would demonstrate Richard’s desensitised state to Ed’s relentless bastardry. When we came to … Continue reading
T4 Presenters are a Bit Full On
Hello, beloved blog readers. Long time, no…er…read. First of all, I would like to say an extremely warm and cuddly thank you to everyone who reads this, and apologise profusely for my three month hiatus. I’d like to make it abundantly clear that my lack of blogging recently has not been because I was too … Continue reading
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