I’ve made pacts with the devil before. There was the pregnancy scare when I promised to never drink again so long as I got my period. And the one where I’d definitely never drink again so long as the room would stop spinning. And of course the one where Erik and I would never get it on in the parking garage at AOL UK again, so long as Tony the mailroom guy didn’t tell everyone what he saw. But this one was different. It didn’t involve alcohol. (more…)

This is from The Austinist, by freelance writer Dan Solomon who came to see the show on opening night. Hard to believe it was a week ago. (more…)

Ok, so I don’t actually have any reviews of the show, despite the promise/threat of one being published. Searching around, I found some great reviews of Robert Faires one man show of Henry V, still running in Austin, including:

“The show is so uniformly excellent, so seamlessly integrated we hardly know where to begin describing its many virtues—” (more…)

Two shows done, four to go. (more…)

This originated as a few thoughts sent to a freelance writer who was trying to pitch a story about my upcoming show, ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’. It didn’t fly with the editor, so I’m recycling it. (more…)

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I wasn’t going to add anything to the MJ death gorge-fest, but I’d rather watch Thriller on endless repeat for another week than have to read another mawkish blog about ‘poor Farrah Fawcett’. Google her and you end up with twaddle like this:

“The person I really feel bad for in all this is Farrah Fawcett. After all those months of suffering with cancer, poor Farrah could barely get in 12 hours of death coverage before Michael Jackson came along and stole the spotlight.” (more…)

I thought I had the whole ageing thing figured out – seen some of it already happen, thought I knew what else to expect and was grudgingly prepared for it. Silvery streaks in my hair, subcutaneous inner-tube (fast-inflate) around my middle, brown spots on my face that are more likely to be age spots than Kaposi’s Sarcoma and thus an early sign that I have AIDS. (more…)

I went online to buy tickets for Shooting Star, the new Steven Dietz play at the Zach Scott (or ZACH Theatre as it’s now apparently become) and had one those ‘bugger me’ moments when I looked at the prices for Friday night. (more…)

I’m a Queen snob. Queen the band, not HM up at the palace. I loved Queen, was (am) obsessed with them and anything related to them. Except for the musical We Will Rock You, which is less a musical and more a travesty. And the horrendous Queen plus Paul Rodgers combo which resulted in the embarrassingly titled album ‘Rock the Cosmos’. Sample lyrics:
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