Rosin: The Poem on the wall of The Queen Elizabeth Hall Artists bar
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First Day Back: A Sony Nomination.
I knew we’d entered british airspace when the two fighter planes peeled away and back to Washington DC. Read more [...]
Weapons of Article 2
It was the same beautiful weather on 16th April 2007 when an English Major armed himself then walked into this university, into his class, and in cold blood killed students and teachers and then himself. It was a sustained attack. Not one person died, nor two, nor ten, but thirty two. It became known as The Virginia tech Massacre. Read more [...]
A Storm over Blacksburg Virginia
Lightening splashed and thunder echoed on the crouched back of Brush Mountain. I’ll be on stage in an hour and this was a sign to either run for the hills or get ready. Read more [...]
The Unspoken Time Zone
I met author Ian McEwan with his wife at The GSK Contemporary Earth exhibition in The Royal Academy of Art a couple of months ago . Read more [...]
The Glass Beads Assault.
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 [...]
Sambo The Bricklayer of Ledbury
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 [...]
Passing.
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 [...]
North South Divides
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 [...]
Books and Earthquakes.
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 [...]