This week I was invited by the lovely nun-mums of Old Trunk to give a reading at another of their Tales & Ales events. The subject was 'A Letter To...' and performers had free reign to write a letter to whoever or whatever they saw fit. Here is mine. Dear Self Confidence, Hi, it's me … Continue reading Dear Self Confidence
This week I got drunk and decided to send emails. I can't be held responsible for what I do when I'm drunk. If anything, I consider the moron who occupies my body when I'm drunk to be an entirely different person to myself. I call him Drunk Paul. He's sort of like my Tyler Durden, … Continue reading Contact.
“I’m not gonna sit here and blow sunshine up your ass” When I was growing up, there was one clear hero in our house. It didn’t matter that I was into books and my brothers were into motorbikes, cooking, skateboarding, Arsenal, Spiderman, Little Rabbit Foo Foo and Jim the window cleaner at different periods of … Continue reading #29 – Go to a drive in movie
‘Ahh, Mr Schiernecker, we’ve been expecting you.’ ‘Good, we made a reservation.’ I grew up with Pierce Bronsnan as Bond. I went back to investigate the rest but Brosnan will always be on the mark for me. There’s something incredibly dated about the way he spoke to women and the way he threw his puns … Continue reading #28 – Drink a Vodka Martini in a posh bar.
