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Dates…

We’ve got a date for the performance of our plays. Tuesday, May 22, Hull Truck. Be there. And also be there on Friday, May 25 for The Worst Seat in the House. The publicity wheels… 

Active old people…

I’ve noticed that if a blog entry includes a comment such as Jordan’s extremely large breasts the hit count increases. There’ll be more of this tomorrow. Someone found the blog searching for info on Toyota… 

Forgotten…

The shaky start to proceedings was forgotten when I visited a friend’s blog and discovered he has done me the honours of linking from the east to the west. It’s made my day as doom… 

Unqualified…

So, just what qualifies me to be able to criticise the work of other people? What makes me think that I am allowed to comment on a performers ability to play a part? What right… 

Diary clash…

Having spent some time pouring over the Euro 2004 fixtures in Sam’s new sticker album, have realised that, should England top group C, they will play their quarter final against the table A runners up… 

Found mobile…

Regained possession of my mobile phone. I’m all talk, me. Within seconds I was txting and talking. I can’t live without it. Our quiet British cul-de-sac has been wrecked on more than one occasion by… 

Lost mobile…

Lost possession of my mobile phone early in this afternoon. I’d just had lunch – a rather splendid Roast Beef & Yorkshire Pud combo in a pub in Walkington – and, waving my goodbyes in… 

Hole…

People can’t help themselves sometimes, can they? They dig a hole and just keep digging it deeper and deeper. They don’t realise what a lucky position they’re in. Now I’m wondering if I’ve been the… 

Human…

Today I saw a different side to my solicitor. For 12 months she has been a clinical, robotic creature. Today, at possibly our last ever encounter, she was a human. She seemed interested in hearing…