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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…
I’m still here, don’t panic. Once again the ever present problem rears its head where there’s so much going on and so many cool things to do & people to see that there’s not time to blog about any of it. Currently I’m sitting in Singapore’s Changi Airport trying not to spend any money, and…
Apols for the break in transmission – things at this end are a little full-on. After a lovely week away in Cornwall for the ‘Obby ‘Oss parade & associated funnery, I’ve contracted a shocking instance of the dreaded manflu, and on Wednesday I started at a new job! Currently full to the eyeballs with new…