by main | Apr 24, 2023 | Events
‘Get hip to cin-enema-tainment!’ This was intended to be a monthly club night to celebrate all that is good about the cinema. There was music, performed extracts from theatre, TV shows and films, short films and cabaret. I compered, as Hollywood love-child, Otto von...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Poetry
Double-take revealsIt’s no diver, but a seal!I leg it to shore. Furtively sleepingSeal in a rubber dinghyYou look so at home. Swimming round Shag RockDo my goggles deceive me?No. Seal caught napping. At a safe distanceMy short-term swimming partner.Seal of approval....
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Writing
I have always loved the sea and the seaside. I grew up in London and, more often than not, when we were young, a day trip to the beach meant going south to Winchelsea, near Rye in Sussex. The last few miles were magical, going down winding roads between fields of...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Poetry
You never know what to expect in the underworld. Take today. I swim out past the wastelandsWhere the discarded crab shells litter the floor, Like so many abandoned tanks on the roadside Then, Bang! I’m into a victory tickertape fish paradeShiney slithers spin and...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Events
This is the first and only show I’ve ever done in French. The character was based on an old TV ad for Terry’s Allgold chocolates featuring a Frenchman. It was a one-man show, where champion name-dropper and actor Terry spilt the haricots on his rollercoaster ride of a...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Events
When I lived in London, I was a member of The South London Swimming Club at The Tooting Bec lido, where I swam regularly – but not quite all year round! 2006 was the centenary year of this fantastic, iconic olympic-sized pool. I was on the events committee and helped...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Writing
‘Can I get you a cup of tea?’ ‘Thank you, dear.’ Mrs Anne Fitzgerald, widow, 76, of Norbury, south London, sat upright in her chair in the interview room, facing across the table from staff sergeant PC Duncan Meadows, married, 45, of Sutton. Although she had insisted...
by main | Nov 21, 2022 | Writing
Shortly after daybreak, I notice the eighties clock on the wall. It’s not much to look at – a dirty, cream near-square covered in clear plastic. The way it divides into compartments reminds me of an airline meals tray. The main course is the clock itself; the hands...