Reflections On My Weekend At The Fringe

Reflections on the Edinburgh Festival? Nine shows in a weekend. That’s pretty good going for anyone. Something like 40,000 steps covered according to the Fitbit. It’s a big city. What were the shows like, you ask. Here’s my rundown for anyone who has the chance to go and catch something in the last week of

Review of My Christmas Story

Some people emailed to ask me for a complete list of the parts of the ‘Pride, More Pride and Quite a Lot of Extreme Prejudice’ story I serialised over Christmas.  They were clearly either too drunk or too full of turkey to keep up.  But now they are full of remorse, regret, indigestion tablets and Paracetamol,

The Epilogue (#12 of the Pride Series)

The final part and epilogue of ‘Pride, More Pride and Quite a Lot of Extreme Prejudice’  “Fuck it, you can’t do this,” Marcie said, flinging my pages across the table. “I, like, love you, your stuff, but… Jesus… Fuck!” She always had a negative first reaction to my wilder ideas. Usually, she came around, but

I Had That Dream Again (#11 of the Pride Series)

Part Eleven of ‘Pride, More Pride and Quite a Lot of Extreme Prejudice’ (see previous part): Here’s the truth: as a war, the Middle East is not a winnable war. It’s a losable war. It’s a war in which it’s possible to make everybody lose and still there won’t be a winner. For Frussterer, the

The Cold Hard Truth (#10 of the Pride Series)

Part Ten of ‘Pride, More Pride and Quite a Lot of Extreme Prejudice’ (see previous part): Where truth may not be admitted, there is a naked desert. Similarly, when it comes to the big political issues, there are things that exist but cannot be publicly admitted. To admit such issues is to accept the blame,