If you’d hooked Kevin up to a lie-detector, you’d have quickly ascertained that he didn’t like looms and he wasn’t impressed by hens. He wasn’t really training to be a yoga-teacher for deaf-kids; he worked in Buckingham Palace – a Chinese restaurant that had been successfully sued by the Queen.

How depressing. They’re bringing out a box-set collection of Cagney & Lacey TV movies. That’s not the depressing part in itself – there was lots to love about that show; they dealt with issues that other shows at the time hadn’t dared touch. The acting was great, if a little shouty. And it was wonderful [...]

I’m late writing my blog today: I’ve been selling things. I have recently upgraded my iPod and treated it to a dock, so now it’s time to make like the last century never happened and get rid of all my CDs. ALL of them. I used to love them, but I hate them now.
I love [...]

Categorically, I can state that I’ve never had to wade ankle-deep in chicken guts.  I’ve never sorted small bits of things repeatedly as they slide slowly past me on a conveyor belt and I’ve never photocopied 1000 pages of rubbish to distribute to people who don’t care. I’ve never had a “normal” job; one of [...]

My head hurts and I’m up way too early and I can’t sleep. Why? Because I’m an idiot. I did a run-through of a panel game-show for a production company yesterday (I can’t say who or what or they’ll cut off my legs – contractual thing) and the other people on the panel were so [...]