Bobo and I dragged ourselves out of our homes to visit Books Actually late last Friday night when the bookshop was doing a crazy open-for-24-hours thing. We were there in service of Ms. Pooja Nansi, one half of the hilariously-named Mango Dollies, which hilariously-named duo was performing that night. MD is a poetry-and-blues double act. … Continue reading Mango Dollies
Duplicating a post from my food tumblr, about making mystery meat sauce. "Meatsauce of Indeterminate Provenance" is what I call the thing I end up making when I feel a compulsion to cook a big vat of something and chuck it in the fridge for a few days's nourishment. Often, this ends up being at … Continue reading Meatsauce of Indeterminate Provenance
Last Sunday, 30 March, I was roped in to something called Writer X Writer at the Arts House. Even out of context it sounds like two writers thrown into a metal cage and made to mud-wrestle. Which probably isn't too far off from what I think the Arts House --co-organiser with indie bookstore giant (cf. … Continue reading Schlepping at the Arts House Part 2
I watched The Grand Budapest Hotel with Bobo last night and after we got back and I was lying down, I couldn't sleep because I really just needed to scream my opinion of the film somewhere. So I posted a FB "review" and went to sleep. I woke up this morning and deleted it. I only used … Continue reading Checking Out of The Grand Budapest Hotel
So I've just emerged from a week at The Arts House 10th Anniversary, which is overstating my actual involvement in the thing. I was mostly there to drink gala night wine, schmooze a bit, watch a play I'd written and bitch with friends. I wrote a short play, Hotel, for the proceedings, part of a multi-site-specific … Continue reading Schlepping at the Arts House Part 1.
