I didn’t know Anthony Bourdain. I don’t claim to. I can’t imagine what his friends and family have been going through in the last couple of weeks. It just served as a reminder that despite having the life that a lot of us are striving towards, ithe black dog doesn’t stop barking at the door. … More Bourdain.
A month ago my very fine friend Sam Sexton mentioned the pair of us starting work on a podcast together. Tonight we are recording our fifth episode and the feedback to it so far has been fantastic. Sam and I met several years ago through Danny and ended up forced into performing improvised comedy together. … More Do You Wanna Build A Podcast?
Last week I got to enjoy the intoxicating scent of a pre-show toilet freak out. For any of you who have followed my ridiculous antics for a while, you’ll know this is part of my process before I take to the stage. This time it was for my return to improvised comedy. I haven’t taken … More Improv.
Last night I was lucky enough to see Young Frankenstein at the Garrick Theatre and I cannot recommend it highly enough. I grew up on a steady diet of Mel Brooks films so was naturally drawn to the news that it was on in the west end. I have only just discovered that it has … More Young Frankenstein.
For the last six years I have dedicated myself, with mixed levels, to this blog. It’s been something of a journey I suppose. In the way that time has to be. More than anything, I started it to make sure I was flexing my writing muscles and making sure I get the key details down. … More Plead the sixth.
This week I was asked what my Desert Island Discs would be. Unfortunately, it wasn’t by Kirsty Young. For the longest time, I have thought about what my eight songs, one book and one luxury item would be if I were cast adrift on a desert island, but until now, nobody had asked me. The … More Desert Island Discs.
As I sit crying, with a glass of wine and a cup of coffee, some Netflix original twittering away in the background, I realise that today is a day for reflection. I just picked out the photo album we recovered from my grandparents’ mass of books when clearing out after my grandma passed away. It … More 31.