Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

I’m writing this with a slightly damp, sparko spaniel next to me on the sofa. He’s called Noodle – don’t ask, because I’ve no idea how we arrived at Noodle, I wanted to call him Cassius or Gulliver – and he’s like a silky-eared, jewel-eyed toddler. Bouncy, playful, loving and a little bit chewy at… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

Sunday Stuff, 13/08/17

The Beguiled If someone asked me to describe my dream film, in theory, The Beguiled would be it. A predominantly-female cast? Check. Southern Gothic, Southern accents? Check check. An Irish rogue played by Hollywood’s go-to guy for Irish rogues, Colin Farrell? Check. Raging passions and sexual tension being violently suppressed? Check. The thing about Sofia Coppola’s work… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 13/08/17

Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Let’s take a break from The Politics and talk about the good stuff, the life fuel – food, books and music. Full Moon Fever, Tom Petty ‘Free Fallin” was the first song I ever taught myself on guitar. It’s ludicrously easy (capo on the third fret and the chord pattern D-G-G-D-A) but aged 12, I… Continue reading Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Sunday Seven, 14/05/17

Things I’ve loved and learned in the few weeks… Body To Ground EP, Hollie Rogers God damn, this woman can sing. And write. I’m sort of biased because Drummer Boy, erm, drums for her, so I’ve been to a fair few of her gigs now, and she’s rehearsed in our studio (we say studio, you… Continue reading Sunday Seven, 14/05/17

Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The books: Spoiled Brats, Simon Rich. I find it hard to believe I haven’t written about Simon Rich before, but a very brief search tells me I haven’t. Apologies if I’m mistaken, however. Rich has written for Saturday Night Live, The New Yorker, and Pixar (he worked on the delightful Inside Out), so his comedy-writing… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin

It’s been another anxious week or two – panic curling its fingers round my neck at unexpected times: on the train to work, at my desk, standing in the flat talking to Drummer Boy. It’s like living with a goblin (the anxiety, not DB) – a horrid little creature that likes to pop up just… Continue reading The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin