Hello people, bravely holding it together in 2020.

The world is turning to sh*t, but here in artland the mission to create beauty for beauty’s sake continues, undimmed.

The End of the Pier Show

The first half of this year is mainly devoted to developing a new show for children.


The End of the Pier Show is the story of a handyman on a soon-to-close seaside pier, whose daily routine of sea-swims, beach-litter clearance and catching fish to feed his bed-bound weightlifting mother takes a sharply odd turn when he discovers that the homeless girl who lives under the pier in a sleeping bag and eats pickled eggs is not all she seems. She’s all alone after a  traumatic upheaval; he’s got nothing on his work to-do list. Can they join forces and save the venerable old wooden seaside institution? And each other?

It’s my first show for children, and it’s a ramshackle collision of spoken word, theatre, puppetry and lowest-fi music. It’s funded by Arts Council England (thanks very much, lottery ticket buyers) and supported by the beautiful powerhouses at Strike a Light in Gloucester. Emma Williams is gently guiding and shaping, Molly Hawkins is designing a lovely quirky set and Bella Lyster has made a puppet I’ve fallen in love with, and carry round on every household activity, like Hendrix did with his guitar.

There’s a work-in-progress gig, where I’ll try out some bits, with a kids workshop, too, at Corsham Pound on weds 19th Feb. Then preview dates at the end of March / April. They’re on the gig listings.


Test Transmission from the Edge of the World

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TEST TRANSMISSION: A spoken word theatre show in collaboration with Miniature Museum

Last year I previewed a show at the Stroud Theatre Festival in September; in front of a corrugated tin Radio Hut in the courtyard of the Museum in the Park I delivered a sweet 50 minutes of lo-fi stand-up spoken word storytelling theatre which had the working title of ‘Test Transmission From The Edge Of The World’, because it sort of was a test. It passed that test, so now it should really get called something else. But I haven’t got round to it, so it’ll probably stay, and confuse people.  This show is part of an evolving collaboration with UK / Amsterdam based installation artists and archivists Tara Downs and Bart Sabel, who create mad and brilliant stuff under the name of Miniature Museum.

We’ve now received development funding from Arts Council England, which is brilliant, and means that corrugated tin Radio Hut can be stuffed with ancient radio gear that’s hacked and gutted and rigged up to work how we want it to work. The Radio Hut is intended to tour as an installation to all sorts of weird and wonderful spaces, and my Test Transmission show, designed to be performed as part of the installation, will now- thanks to input from ace experts in England and Amsterdam- be developed to be less just words coming out of my face, and more interaction with the wonderful ancient fizzing Bakelite radio technology. A show about radio that gradually BECOMES radio.

It’ll be ace and I’m excited about it.



My now-getting-a-bit-old-show, HOW I CAME TO BE WHERE I NEVER WAS, continues to pop up occasionally all over the place, often in the East as part of the INN CROWD.

I’m also in the process of developing a new lo-fi stand-up spoken word storytelling and puppetry show for children called THE END OF THE PIER SHOW, about a caretaker in a soon-to-be-closed-down seaside pier who joins forces with a homeless refugee mermaid who lives underneath it to form the world’s first inter-species rock ‘n’roll band. Pulling together, transcending their differences, can they capture hearts and minds and save themselves, and the crumbling edifice?

And as well as that, the usual gigs and stuff. Cropping up at festivals all over the summer.

See you in showbiz.





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