I got interviewed and I liked it

The lovely team at To Do List London sent me some rather lovely questions about the Anti-Valentine Festival and noticed I was also in Chimerica. I rather like what I say in this interview, despite the repeated parentheses and exclamation marks! Do have a read and let me know of any other things I could... Continue Reading →

Lois Weaver workshop

I attended the Lois Weaver Weekender at Arts Admin last weekend. It shook some things up and reminded me of some essentials. Here are some notes from the workshop, including a list of songs that sprang to mind when Rahel performed a response to my provocation based on my piece, MEGA Dance Party XXX. Pretty... Continue Reading →

Anti-Valentine, Big on Love

The Anti-Valentine Festival is a performance picnic of miscellany, a mash-up of spoken word, screenings, absurdist comedy, stand-up storytelling and literary live music. Spanning the month of February with shows on Thursday 13th, 20th and 27th, the festival celebrates the fantastic, the ridiculous and the exquisite things we got going on. Expect cake, sandwiches and a... Continue Reading →

Revolution? 1848

This is one of my favourite theatre companies ever. They are really special for all sorts of reasons. Go see this! 70 plus performers, some politics, and an inspiring Wednesday night out. Wed 22 Jan 2014, 19.30 at Conway Hall | 25 Red Lion Square | London | WC1R 4RL Tickets are free but booking... Continue Reading →

Scriptathon

On Jan 3 2014, we hosted an informal play-reading session for writer, Erik Patterson who was in the UK for a few days. I collected a wonderful group of writers, producing artists, dramaturgs, performers and friends and we read three of Erik's pieces, each at different stages of production, ate, drank and were merry. Sex... Continue Reading →

Growth, or, I Need to be Seen for This

Was it messy, fearful core-rocking, beautiful contagious The seeping fear present exacerbated by kindness and coolness No one ever knows That's a lesson Mystery lumps A change of smell Heart-bursting rubber-tearing Touch me always and never again Sleeplessness and crying Some strains of weak sunshine a badge a noose A little death on repeat Until... Continue Reading →

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