A day in the Big Smoke
George, Harry and I went for a day in London yesterday, something I love to do every couple of months, the hustle and bustle, street performers, varying bars and restaurants and free museums make London a great and not necessarily expensive day out. I say I went with both of them, but in reality George got as far as Basingstoke train centre with us, then he disappeared off the face of the earth as if he was a magic act. He was meeting up ...
Back to Writing Rather Than Acting
The euphoria of actually spending five minutes on stage in front of an audience of strangers has now passed and it is now time to start considering my next gig on the 22nd November. I can't do the same story again, I would like to, because I know it can be improved quite a bit, but now the punch line is open knowledge, the suspense factor has gone. It certainly can't be used again at the same venue it just wont work, so in my spare time I will ...
A Night of Stand Up!
I went to Stockwell in London last night to do a five minute stand up gig in the Cavendish Arms Pub...what an experience that was, like nothing I have dealt with before. To tell a story in a pub with your drinking buddies or to write a blog with a few giggles here and there is one thing, but to actually walk from a seat in the audience, get up on to a stage and then proceed to try to make people laugh with a microphone in your hand is ...
A Friend in Need is a Pain in the Arse!
I know that the general quality of many peoples daily lives is judged upon whether I have written an hilarious blog to get them through the humdrum of the normal working day, so please accept my apologies for a bit of blog starvation, I had a rather draining week last week that left me lacking inspiration to find the energy to tap on the old keyboard. This I have to accept, was partly self inflicted by a boozy weekend that left me a bit hazy and ...
The Perils of Elderly Parents
One challenging thing about heading towards your mid forties is the prospect of coping with the complexities of having elderly parents or in my case an elderly parent. To see someone who used to partake in boxing and rugby beginning to look vulnerable and weak is a strange experience, particularly when that person has a mind that is fully functioning and frustrated with the limitations that the body is putting on it, it is ...