Underway with a new play. It’s called Sleeptalking. And, rather predictably, it’s about a guy that talks in his sleep. Spent much of yesterday staring out the window, listening to music and working out twists… 

I emailed my blog URL out to a few people yesterday. And now I’m scared. What if people are actually reading this? What if they are thinking “what the fuck!?!?!”. Anyway, if you’ve joined me,… 

York is a strange place sometimes. The entire contingent of passengers on a park and ride bus had to disembark because a ‘gang’ or 12-year-olds decided to play with the doors in the middle of… 

Three years on low pay but doing a great job means nothing to an employer the moment you suggest a more flexible working relationship that would have benefitted both parties. All they can see is… 

Skint. Not even enough money to put petrol in the car. It’s like the 1930s all over again. Help!

A surreal few hours. I read 105 pages of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’z’z 100 Years Of Solitude. Sat in a car park. In Bradford. Then I went to watch a bunch of nimble hotsteppers – Phoenix… 

Wanted to write about removing the ramp at my mum’s house. It made me feel sad. Underneath the ramp – which was built for my dad when he became a wheelchair user towards the end… 

Watching rugby league used to be a more interesting affair. That’s what I thought watching Hull FC at the 25,000 seater KC Stadium (it was only half-full, or half-empty). Back in the day the players… 

A Saturday in Hull. Moptop siblings Scott and Sam needed a hair cut. Sam wanted some ‘tracks’ cut into his hair. The hairdresser admitted she had never done them before. “Go ahead,” I insisted, “He’s… 

Stuck in traffic. Staring out my side window at the Cornmill Hotel. Elderly woman in car travelling in other direction, also stuck in traffic, must have thought I was staring at her so stared back…