I haven’t been onstage since July 2009. Even with my limited maths skills I know that’s a bloody long time. But next month I will be back to perform my new solo show at the Fronterafest Short Fringe festival and to make sure I don’t back out, I’ve invited everyone I know. Now I just have to remember how to be an actor. Continue reading
Yes, it’s that time of year. When we celebrate the joys of giving and receiving and express thanks for all we have. Unless of course you’re at a party where a reprehensible game called ‘Dirty Santa’ is played.
I love this photo of me, taken after a brutal Crossfit workout. And I’m flattered that the photographer likes it enough to consider putting in his book, The Face of Fitness. But there was something about it that bothered me. The pose and expression reminded me of someone else but I couldn’t think who. Continue reading
As I started for the front door of the house that was once my childhood home, I stopped and turned back. Goodbye old house, I whispered under my breath. At that very moment, a low rumbling echoed all through the house. I stopped in my tracks. Was the house saying its goodbyes to me?
The fuck it was. That is of course complete and utter wank, the only rumbling came from the central heating boiler that hasn’t worked properly since the mid 80s. Continue reading
Yes, it’s my one year anniversary of Crossfit. As the traditional first anniversary gift is paper, I shall be sending myself a letter with ‘Do Not Suck’ written on it. Continue reading