Way back in the mid-1990s, there was a TV series that I truly adored. It was cool, ground-breaking, and gave teenage me an insight into a world I was only just beginning to realise existed. It was called This Life,... Continue Reading →
"This was the ugliest Fringe moment I've ever witnessed" - this was the headline of The Telegraph's review of Reginald D Hunter's latest show. Which begs the question - why would you send a writer without a sense of humour... Continue Reading →
As the train pulled out of Liverpool Street Station, I found myself asking why I was heading out to a makeshift comedy club in darkest Essex on a Thursday night… and, in fairness, it was a solid question. The answer... Continue Reading →
A couple of months ago, we were at the Bloomsbury Theatre waiting for our show to be called. During this time, I usually wander through the internal corridors of the venue, admiring the old posters of stand-up shows past—Julian Clary's... Continue Reading →
The weather experts had predicted rain on this day in Brighton, so obviously, we were sat outside in the courtyard at the Twisted Lemon, thoroughly enjoying our drinks in the early evening sun. The cocktails at this hidden gem of... Continue Reading →
We were back at Brighton Fringe, and things were going well... sort of. Yes, we were in one of our favourite beachside spots, Loading Bar, and yes, their 'Assassin's Mead' cocktail was going down an absolute treat. BUT I was... Continue Reading →
It was actually my parents who first fuelled my love of stand-up comedy. They introduced me to legendary clowns like Dave Allen, Billy Connolly, and Victoria Wood, and we all laughed along to their routines — admittedly long before I... Continue Reading →
