At last night’s gig, I experienced a noticeable contrast between a tried-and-test routine of mine and a new routine that is still in its foetal stages.
There were about 12 people in attendance, which is a very good turn-out for an open mic night anyway; the fact that it is June and during an international football tournament made it even better.
My honed stuff went down very, but there was a change in audience reaction when I started the new stuff. It was okay, certainly an improvement on Monday’s reaction, but I want it to be better than okay.
The scans of the foetal material are encouraging, but more time is necessary for it to develop. But with Edinburgh fast-approaching, time is not something I have much of. So I will be doing the equivalent of pumping it full of growth hormones, by gigging as much as I can and rewriting. And I will do my best to keep the corresponding Vera Drake and her kettle away, which in this case is my self-doubt. Then, hopefully my freakish creation will be ready for public consumption; unlike this hideous and unnecessary metaphor.
But nevertheless, it was a good gig.
Back in the real world, I’m sure you’ve been reading this up to now and thinking ‘what is the relevance of all this to the title of this entry?‘. Well, it has none whatsoever to do with it. But I will talk about the title now.
Because Pembroke Road is where I live (take note, stalker/s) and have been since November 2010. But my time here is at an end at the weekend, because I am moving house (you’ll have to find my new address stalker/s). I’ll still be living in Walthamtow (I thought I’d help you a bit), but will be living in a different area. It is all quite exciting as my new bedroom has a desk, meaning I won’t have to awkwardly write at either the kitchen table or the one in the living room.
I was in limbo for a while with work, Edinburgh and my house contract running out. I had contemplated the rebellious decision of moving back home with my parents for a short while; but this has now been averted and my rock n roll lifestyle can continue, sitting at a desk.
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hello I’m a writer and I really love the way you describe your life and I wonder if you could write a note describing : If you were a window, where would you like to be in or would you like to see a window in front of you or just see the view outside I know that sounds silly but I somehow want to learn something important from this please answer me as soon as you read this thank you .
Haha. That’s a nice question. Well, I’m not totally convinced you are a real person and not one of my many spammers. But fortunately for you, I have too much time on my hands.
If I was a window, I would be worried that people would see right through me. There’s a joke, albeit not a very good one.
In answer to your question, I think that being a window looking into the office of the Prime Minister would be interesting. Then I’d leak what I found out to the papers. I’d be a hi-tech window. Either that, then I’d be a window looking out of the International Space Station.
So, to prove you are a real person, where would you be a window looking in or out of?
very interesting answer i thought like other writers you will write something that’s not really connected to the society , something out of this world you know what i mean? but it seams that you still live among others but you can travel with your imagination and thats really unique i really appreciate that .
one night i dreamed something strange, somewhere that i haven’t been to so far it was a big window on a very small door in front of Harrods and i’m that window but i cant see anything though i know where i am .the amazing thing is that im not a Londoner i didnt know harrods i thought it was some of that rubbish dreams but when i googled it i discovered that it was a real place and it was quite shocking
that motivated me to write a story which needed your help and you definitely did
by the way i’m not playing with you and I’m TOTALLY a real person
i have a suggestion , why don’t you write a book with all these writings on your website i’ll be the first to buy it.
I’m intrigued by this story your writing. What is it about? People turning into windows?
And as for the book, do you know a willing publisher?
I didn’t go straight to the windows the concept is important.
I know a publisher but the problem is that’s too far from you and I don’t write books i write for an animation company so i haven’t much to do with publishers though I’m going my own way at the moment.