There will be a child in one generation who sees through all the constructs and courses and assaults. These children who see never regard themselves special: They wake early some mornings sit in the garden and watch dew become invisible. Read more [...]

This morning I decided against better judgement to get a coffee at the Deli. As I sat outside with a latte a country gentleman in a trilby sat next to me “enjoyed the performance last night” he said conspiratorially. Read more [...]

It is easy to assume that a play called Why I Don’t Hate White People is a predictable polemic on the subject of race. We assume so much. It is easy to assume this blog as a self promotion tool when in fact I write for memory in lieu of family. It's all relative. Read more [...]

If you’re from a friendly place why not try being, for example, friendly. Why not bring some of that “Northern charm” to London or is it so exclusive that it doesn’t actually stand the rigorous test of , say, a two hour train journey. Read more [...]

A leading publisher came for an enquiring chat about my autobiography this week . It is the third enquiry this past two years. But I am with the greatest publisher in my world – Canongate books – who publish the most successful autobiography of the decade: Obama’s. Read more [...]

Exhausted I return to the stage after the applause and sat on stage for the beginning of the question time when a small woman of about sixty came and hugged me. “My son” she said “Who I searched for because of you. Remember him?”. I nodded in the affirmative. . Those moments after finishing a performance I’m open. The body and heart and brain seem to be in the process of recollecting themselves. It’s a vulnerable state. Read more [...]

This is the maiden tour date of Why I Don’t Hate White People and I am nervous I have been coming to crewe for years. The performing arts college is transformed since it was incorporated into Manchester University and rebuilt. Read more [...]

I felt, as I walked off stage, that I could lift the Southbank centre with my bare hands and slide it onto the thames and sail her out out, out into the open sea. Read more [...]