Well that was a ruddy good Humber Mouth if ever there was one (and there’s been a few). Still kicking myself that I didn’t get to chat, on stage, with DBC Pierre. Because I was… 

This preview of Humber Mouth was originally published online by Browse. The festival, arguably the best ever, drew to a close last night, with a fine and dandy appearance by Alan McGee. But I thought… 

Finally got round to seeing the 3AM exhibition at the Ferens. The blurb rings a bell: “It explores 3AM as a wretched hour, when we feel at our most vulnerable. Yet it’s also the hour… 

I see the blog’s fucked again. Hardly ever getting updated. A disgrace. Below is one of my favourite pieces of work from Scroobius Pip. Meaningful words. “I’ve caused hurt and I’ve stripped pride. Both on the… 

And suddenly I find that I’m in need of inspirational quotes every morning before I can even get the kettle on. And this continues until the afternoon. And then the day’s gone. And I’ve only been… 

It started off as a meeting. Down the boozer. Is there anywhere else to have a meeting? If there is I haven’t received the memo. Me and photographer pal Jerome Whittingham discussing an upcoming project. On… 

“We thought all this teaching was to make us smart. What it did was make us stupid. With all the little facts we learned, we never had the time to think.” Chuck Palahniuk “I have… 

A fruitful time down at Oxfam the other day. Also picked up Alan Bennett’s Objects of Affection, which contains eight plays written for television, none of which are called Objects of Affection, despite the sub-title “and… 

What a lovely find in Oxfam today. The book that was, as far as I’m aware, the first play I ever read: Willis Hall’s The Long and the Short and the Tall. A play in… 

So, the second weekend (12-16 September, it was a long weekend) of the third season of Heads Up Festival went swimmingly.  I’m still in recovery. It was all a bit full-on. Never organise anything ever, kids –…