Cities and Adventures

… I went to the theatre. I don’t go to the theatre as often as I should, ‘cos working in theatre makes it hard to find the time to… you know… go to the theatre.  […]

“Tree!  Tree!  Tree!  Small sheep!  (Baaaa.)  Tree!” I would like, dear reader, to pretend that this cliche of urban wonder did not come upon me and my friend – who we’ll call Bombadil for the […]

It’s a strange thing, but when you’re English in France, you can’t quite shake the feeling that no one is pleased to see you.  The customs officials seem  resigned to your presence; the hotel grudgingly […]

We had some ferry vouchers.  I’d love to say that we thought long and hard about where to go, but the simple truth of the matter is: we’d inherited some ferry vouchers.  Which were also […]

So I haven’t had a holiday for a while. I’ve had time off… … which I’ve spent writing, if I’ve been lighting, or lighting, if I’ve been writing. But I haven’t had a holiday. And […]

I went to Edinburgh again this year, to work as a lighting designer for a show at the Festival.  The show is called Kubrick3, and I really like it.  Go see.  The lighting… is not […]

The last time I visited Brighton was on a day-trip from RADA.  The entire technical course contingent, as a sorta-treat on the last day of term, were packed up into a coach, trundled off to […]

My love of graffiti continues, courtesy of the gentleman known as TLC, his holiday in Greece, a zombie improvisation group, and above all the photographer, Shyam Desai.

Let’s start by saying that I’m beginning to suspect flying budget airlines is something of a false economy.  It’s not necessarily that they’re always cheaper than your standard airline – often they are.  It’s the […]

(Or in my case, B&Bs, since I don’t really ever stay in hotels…) There are certain universal rules, it turns out, about staying anywhere as a tourist.  For a start, all hotel rooms, no matter […]

SNCF.  I’m sure there was a large part of my childhood, when I thought these letters were something you saw on ancient roman pennants.  It took a while to recognise that these were in fact […]

“The tent’s sinking,” she whispered. “Really?” I replied, radiating cool professionalism under strain.  “How inconvenient.  I hope your dimmer packs aren’t anywhere near the hole in the ceiling.” “It’s okay,” the technician answered brightly.  “I’m […]