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An overwhelmingly happy-making aspect of living in this city is the access I get to performances by bands, comedians, musicians, authors, and other inspirational creators who make it their hub and their home. And for me, one of the foremost among these is – I say without hyperbole – Daniel Kitson. To call him a…
I emailed this to a few people recently, but there’s no reason it shouldn’t go unblogged… One of my learned contemporaries is a chap by the name of Pete. He lives in New York and goes by the moniker “Spiro” occasionally, or professionally/academically since being awarded his Ph.D. he’s become “Doctor Love”. Here’s a picture:…
There’s a big difference between saying something amusing in response to a circumstance, and having a stock phrase or line to trot out whenever a certain thing happens (typically accompanied by a broad smile). Personally, I’m absolutely shocking when it comes to the latter, but luckily if one circulates around enough hopefully to enough people…
It’s been bloody years since I did karaoke last, and so with the recent arrival of my birthday I decided that the arbitrary forced bit of levity I wanted to inflict on the world was a singing extravaganza the likes of which they’d never experienced. However, it turns out it’s a little more challenging than…
Going back a few years when Brian & Olivia still lived in the fair town of London, we had a nice little get together involving a few vino rossos, a healthy amount of the talking of bullshit, and for some reason which now escapes me, the giving of some gifts. Was it Christmas? Hanged if…
Wow. I just checked to see what blog entries I’d left unfinished lately, and spotted one from early May detailing how I’d been too busy to write about anything and giving dotpoints of the sort of thing that’s been going on round here. Of course, as is now plainly obvious, I’ve been so busy I…
Getting out to London’s former Millennium Dome – now ambiguously named “The O2”, like a selection of other venues around the continent – is always an exercise carried out with a sense of wistful resignation. You know there’s nothing empirically good to do out there, and there’s the vague likelihood that it’ll be unecessarily difficult…
I tell ya what, if ever you’re feeling short of the luuuurve I can definitely recommend signing up with a Facebook account, and having a birthday. My inbox today looks a little like this: You guys seriously rock. It’s humbling, and you’re all awesome. And it’s gonna take ages to respond to each one, but…
OK, so you know sometimes how you get a weekend pretty much at home to yourself (other than going out to a picnic in a pub, and then down to Greenwich to farewell some friends who are moving back to Australia)? Well, here’s what I did. As well as tidying my room up, I went…
I’ve previously waxed cynical about all-star comedy gigs for charities: a couple of the smaller ones have been fun, such as the MIND Comedy night at Leicester Square Theatre (although an element of the buzz there was because Daniel Kitson was on the bill), or the No Sweat! gig at the Cross Kings in Kings…