Category: Comment
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The plague of beauty
I once went on a date with a girl who said I looked like a celebrity. ‘Oh right’, I said, ‘who’s that then’. I’d had this before, usually shouted at me by sweaty lager-swilling blokes in the pub, lurching over, and swearing than ‘you look like Rodney mate’. Let’s just say I wasn’t filled with…
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Stability and growing old
I was sat with Louise (my other half, is it me or does “partner” offer the possibility that, I, Sam, may be a woman, anyway…), we were sat in the lovely LEAF bar down Bold Street in Liverpool when a trendy couple sat down next to us. I could instantly tell they were trendy, they…
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Floating rehearsal – Day Two
So we’re on day two of rehearsals and the script’s been tightened up considerably. I think as a writer you never get a complete idea of how a piece will work until someone external picks the script apart a little and asks the awkward questions. I have to admit this can be the hardest part…
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Donkey Still Recovering
I was sat, as is my will, on my laptop drinking mocha in a cafe on Friday afternoon. A rare afternoon off and an opportunity to catch up with some writing – continuing with an increasingly epic monologue about the NHS and Clinical Care Psychosis – it’s a laugh a minute. Unfortunately I wasn’t catching…