The night my neighbour pulled a sword on me started off quietly enough, or about as quietly as it could living in a flat in a rundown part of town. There were always varying levels of noise. Arguments heard through thin walls were accepted and endured with all the grace I could manage. Boyracers tearing… Continue reading He who lives by the sword, also lives across the street
A few weeks ago Trump was telling people that Coronavirus was a Democrat hoax. That man perpetuates blatant fraud and gets away with it because his Twitter distracts everybody, including the press. If this virus doesn't make Trump's supporters understand how wholly ineffective he is as a leader, then nothing will. I wish Britain would… Continue reading Coronavirus? F* *k Off!
Nothing I write can do justice to the influence of this one building on my life, but my blog would have nothing on it if I didn't try, so here I go: I'm trying. Cumbernauld Theatre has always been there for me. A reassuring presence in the background, easily spotted from the window of the… Continue reading A Secret History Of Cumbernauld Theatre
I'm going to be at Grangemouth Library next Friday as part of Book Week Scotland. It's a school visit, essentially, but it's free so the teens can get there for free. If you're around, pop by and watch my iconic one-man show. Last time I was in Falkirk, it went terribly wrong. Apart from the… Continue reading Book Week Scotland Stuff