Monthly Archives: May 2016

Manifesto-y

So. I have a couple of poems going up in an exhibition at the Catalyst Festival. Grand. But the organisers also wanted a bit of blurb about ‘why I write’. That paralysed me. Why do I write? Flippin’ heck. It doesn’t help that I have always found this sort of meta-writing difficult (I don’t like writing […]

Radio playing

So. I went to Alphabetti Theatre to see Frank Sumatra by Mike Yeaman, which the publicity described as being performed in the style of a radio play. (As an aside – if I needed any encouragement for that – if you are in the North East of England go to Alphabetti. It’s a shoe-string operation […]

The nature is back

The nature is back. Not that it has ever entirely gone away. The fieldmice which live in the drystone wall in the front garden have become more enthusiastic about our house again. They have been wandering about the kitchen, the hall, the lounge and my study. The one in the study was making a terrible […]