SONGS AND SCRIPTS AND DUNKING BISCUITS

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I’ve written bits and pieces on BBC Radio 2, 4 and 5 comedy shows, worked in the script team for two series of Channel 4’s comedy-drama ‘Shameless’ and am currently working with The Royal Court Theatre in Liverpool as part of their script development programme. I am also a songwriter with songs on all major platforms.

Category: Gym

  • STEPS AND STAIRS ON THE MOVE #SundayStills

    A couple of months ago I saw a team of young atheletes perform a seamless non-stop routine using movable blocks to create a fabulous, hypnotic show that went on for about 45 minutes. It incorporated dance and drama alongside athletics, and obvious dedication and discipline. The blocks were constantly on the move to create steps…

  • Hurdles To Glory #WordlessWednesday #Photography

  • DON’T ALWAYS JUDGE A BOOK BY IT’S SHAVEN HEAD

    Anyone who has ever regularly attended a gym knows they are often populated by the shaven headed, tattoo-filled muscle bound types who strut around with ego’s as heavy as the weights they pound away with. And the men are even worse. Sorry, obvious joke. But we all know the type. I comfort myself with the…

  • THE DAILY DULLNESS AND DELIGHTS OF A DAY BY DAY DIARY

    With more excitement than is probably necessary, I have just placed an order for my 2024 Day by Day Diary. It will be arriving with great ceremony, tomorrow. Or more likely I’ll get a text telling me it’s been un-ceremonially left in the garage. Normally I prefer to choose my diary by buying it from…

  • MY 6 WRITING DISTRACTIONS LYING IN WAIT

    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 on…

  • THE GYM VERSUS THE SOFA – MAN’S ETERNAL STRUGGLE

    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 start…