Hope all is well in your world. It’s been a while, so this newsletter is a longish one, but hopefully, it will feel short. It’s the tale of three manuscripts, so if you’re sitting comfortably, I’ll begin. COPENHAGEN, THE MUSICAL (NOT) Last month, I went to Copenhagen for three days
Here is a sneak preview of a song I just recorded at Snorkel Studios in Forest Hill with my partner in crime, Nainesh Shah. It’s called ‘Falling Apart at the Seams’ and is one of the numbers from our soon-to-be smash-hit indie-rock tragic-comic meta-musical, which we are currently working on.
Hey, ho ho ho I hope you’re all keeping well. I haven’t sent one of these in a while. I’ve been meaning to, but life keeps getting in the way. I could go into detail about my knee physio or root canal surgery, or having my ears syringed, but I’ll
Here is a new made-up true short story about being caught short featuring a golden retriever, a service station on the A2 and a lucozade bottle. You may not think of Lucozade bottles in the same way again. Max is panting on the back seat, unsettled by the speed at
Here is a new made-up true short story which takes place 27 years ago in the summer of 1996 – a certain international football tournament has reached the semi final stage, Britpop is about to hit it’s sell-by-date and a new pop band is waiting in the wings with a
Hey there Hope all is fine and dandy in your world. It’s non-stop glorious sunshine here in London – been 30 degrees all week. We Londoners get quite silly in the heat. People drop tools, pubs spill onto pavements, clothes are discarded, and then after about 24 hours, we start
Hey there Hope all is well. Newsletter time. As I type I can report that today is my birthday. How old you ask? Well 27 years ago I turned 27. And in 27 years time I will be 81. So that makes me…..not the coolest or sexiest age. But then
Back in August 2022 I travelled up to Edinburgh Fringe with a guitar, a suitcase full of hopes and dreams and a life size cut-out of Ricky Gervais. I then spent the next 24 days performing my one man show Anoint My Head How I Failed to Make it
Last year my brother and I polished up some of our old Big Slice demos and compiled them into a 12-song compilation for posterity’s sake called Don’t Mind if I Do. The album was released on all the digital platforms, and we thought that would be that. But then we
I hope you are keeping well and your peckers are up. I thought I’d jump back on the newsletter horse, or is it a donkey? Either way, it’s been a while. This one is long, so grab a cuppa and a box of jaffa cakes (because one is never enough),
Here is a new made-up true short story for your reading pleasure about the very brief time I worked in fashion. It’s all true, apart from the bits I made up (the Kevin Bacon Footloose bit, for example), and it takes about 6 minutes to read. You can download it right
Last year my brother and I polished up some of our old Big Slice demos and compiled them into a 12-song compilation for posterity’s sake called Don’t Mind if I Do. The album was released on all the digital platforms, and we thought that would be that. But then we
Thanks to all those who came, laughed, jeered, heckled at my Anoint My Head live London show at the Museum of comedy in November. I had too much fun. And special mention to Dominique the Ninja Landlord who was in the audience and didn’t mind my terrible impersonation. Plans to
Greetings from Sydney, where this year I am spending Xmas with my family-in-law or, as they say here, ‘Chrimbo with the rellys’. It was a gruelling 24-hour flight via Qatar, and some unfortunate scheduling meant we took off just before the England v France World Cup quarter-final match. I asked
In early December we got the band back together again. That band was Big Slice. Formed out of the pointy birds ashes in 1994, we toured the Camden toilet circuit for two years during the explosion of Britpop until our Moog player buggered off to find fame and fortune with