November 10, 2011 · 12:27 am
I’d been dreading this moment – yet also girding my loins for the encounter.
Remember how this The Day I Met… business all began? The incident involving the little girl, her hat, the bestselling writer and his eye for a pretty lady? Well… As the weeks and months passed, and summer danced into autumn, I knew that some day I would have to face him once again…
My nemesis Continue reading →
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November 7, 2011 · 4:29 pm
Mercy Ojelade as Adeola/Mary in Roadkill
You will never think of actors as spoilt attention-seeking needy up-themselves luvvies ever again if you have the good sense and good fortune to see the play Roadkill on until November 20th at the Theatre Royal in Stratford. I saw it – experienced it – on Saturday night and the visceral impact has not left me. Nor will it for some time. God help the people acting it out night after night.
Ideally you would come to this play as I did – fairly ignorant of the content and trusting of the friend who bought the tickets – and thereby less armoured against the shocks. But as most normal people prefer more of a clue about what they’re about to see, here goes…
Roadkill shows Continue reading →
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October 1, 2011 · 3:00 pm
I'll be richer than Dr Evil
People are so so generous.
Or maybe I’m just lucky.
In the past couple of days alone I’ve been offered…
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December 19, 2010 · 9:59 pm
She's contemplating the snow, he's admiring my taste in music. (Anyone know the artist?)
The snow began as I wandered along and around Portobello Road, past stalls selling printers type, old maps, bananas, crepes or cheese or “antique” candlesticks.
I was chewing the fat with the bloke who sells world music as we listened to The World Ends: Afro Rock & Psychedelia in 1970s Nigeria. Continue reading →
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July 9, 2010 · 2:20 am
Sometimes losing letters works well.
I’ve had some big downs and big ups over the past few days, and one intriguing piece of literary gossip.
1. Some fool Continue reading →
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