Community Theatre is exactly what it says it is, theatre made by the community for the community. It’s not looking for the next Kenneth Branagh, nor does it aspire to appear at the Globe Theatre. It is simply local people, most of whom have little or no acting experience, with a desire to put onContinue reading “WHEN COMMUNITY THEATRE ENTERS THE MAIN STAGE”
Memories are made of paper. Well, at least they used to be. Those much-coveted tickets for that gig you’ve been waiting so long to see, that show you’ve heard so much about, that sporting event you so much want to be a part of. Following a two-year break due to covid restrictions, over the lastContinue reading “HOW MEMORIES GAVE WAY TO THE QR CODE”
On Saturday 3rd September the Canadian band Arcade Fire played Manchester Go Arena as part of their world tour to support the release of their new album ‘We’. As a fan of the band for 14 years I had a ticket for the concert; having seen them previously I consider them to be one ofContinue reading “THE HARD CHOICES WHEN OUR HEROES LET US DOWN”
Ever had one of those moments, one of those times, when you felt that anything was possible? When all your plans fell into place? Or just simply something amazing you weren’t expecting to occur, dropped from space into your life? Did you feel at that moment that you could conquer the world? That you wereContinue reading “SATURDAY 25TH JUNE. 1988. THE DAY INVINCIBLITY FELL FROM THE SKY”
I’m currently lucky enough to be connected to a major theatre in Liverpool that is showing faith in me as a writer, and investing time and money to develop any potential I may have. And I’m about to start work on completing the first draft and on subsequent re-writes of a full-length play, based onContinue reading “MY 6 WRITING DISTRACTIONS LYING IN WAIT”
Ever needed to put blogging on the back seat when other commitments come around? Although that’s the case for me at the moment, thankfully the reasons are positive ones.
It’s a wet, cold Monday night in February. I had planned to go to the gym as part of my three-day training routine. But the house is warm and the sofa is…responsive. It’s old, it knows how I like things, it encourages me to slouch like the evil soft furnishings monster it is. I startContinue reading “THE GYM VERSUS THE SOFA – MAN’S ETERNAL STRUGGLE”