Security is tight. We hand our cell phones to the s and enter the art deco theatre. There are mounted cameras trained on the audience. Security guards with night vision binoculars stand in the side aisles. Nobody but nobody is going to record the film for Youtube. Read more [...]

I thought I would spend this entire week avoiding facebook but this morning I faced up to facebook cause lets face it, on the face of it, I made a mistake Read more [...]

A curious event occurs in early afternoon. I have a friend request on facebook. It’s Mrs Catherine Greenwood, my foster mother of the first eleven years. It’s a bolt from the blue. Read more [...]

I receive a text from Sonita Alleyne, someone I haven’t seen for ten or is it fifteen years. Sonita is head of the largest independent production company outside of the BBC. It’s called Something Else, and she’s ace. Read more [...]

I wake and tiptoe down stairs in the cottage smell of woodfire . The front room is tinged with the red dying embers from the hearth and the Dawn Chorus begins reminding me of dawn chorus’s of before Read more [...]

It’s 5.30am and I am stood with a  cup of tea outside the cottage on fishermans row by the east coast  as the dawn chorus fills the air.  The sky is  blood blue waiting for the Read more [...]

Shut up and listen. Shut up and watch. Shut up and experience. Shut up and open. We are so busy projecting that we forget to shut up and look at what is Read more [...]

The profundity of experience in the richness of talent that swirls in ever changing configurations around me is never less than.... amazing. Read more [...]

As Southbank centre artist in residence I have given approximately seventy thousand pounds to new and/or developing artists. Read more [...]

Hold on a minute I’ve just got a call. It’s my future. And it’s here!! Read more [...]