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When I was younger I did a lot of acting at school and at some youth drama groups, but that was nigh on 7 or 8 years ago... I just got a part in a short film today! It's called Union Jack, and I'm playing a violinist in a quartet in a bar... Hey, it's a start!

Second interview with local zine dignitaries... <a href="https://www.indieoma.com/public_journal.php?d=cfecdb276f634854f3ef915e2e980c31" target="_blank">here it is</a>

This week my column is something a little different, I've moved out of Indie Rock and it's a description of a demonstration of John Cage's Prepared Piano I saw during the Melbourne International Arts Festival, read it [here](https://www.indieoma.com/public_journal.php?d=6883966fd8f918a4aa29be29d2c386fb). And Finally, a little plug... I've teamed up with Polka Dot Rabiit to make the 2007 Election Colouring Book, please take a look at [www.polkadotrabbit.com/election.php](https://www.polkadotrabbit.com/election.php) to find out more. Chinch xxx...

Isn't it funny how people's legs move in harmony with each other when they walk together, Like a synchronised internal clock is shared between them, Tick left, tock right, All the way down the street

When you feel like the odd one out, like a fish whose water's run out. You don't look like them but do you even care, the smell of suspicion hangs heavy in the air. What does he want, why is he here? No one thinks to ask, to talk to you, to find out what you think, what you believe, what drives you, what motivates you to sit in a cold room sticking out like a sore thumb that's been hit with a hammer. I thought we were independent thinkers, the ones willing to think about things differently,...

An image man does what his image can When he's on his own he'll be himself But while you're waiting he'll tell of all the girls he's known And tales of things he's done You'll be his mate forever as long as you're impressed

Let down the wall, try not to use a piano, you'll amaze yourself. Take care to keep them straight; whilst not easy it's within reach. Run mobile discos, but it's pointless my guru told me. All you need is cash and the girls like it, I never realised it would become a clichÈ. Some of them have bits of me, evidently the line to use next time. Rubbing away the planets and playing rhythm guitar, the 90's were a good idea. Fantasies of eyes on stalks and by coincidence we rode a scooter.Ah we...

Tell me what the matter is, I really want to know. Don't keep it to yourself; you've got to let it go. Don't tell me it's not important, I really do care. Don't tell me another time, lay your burden bare. Don't sit there feeling sorry with your head against the wall. Talk to me, relate, and forget about it all.

- Applecore - Broken Door - Commercial crap - Cat flap - High crime - Sign of the times - Night clubs - Seedy pubs - Rubbish bin - Collecting tin - Bus stop - Bent cop - Run down school - Drunken fool - Paedophile - Give us a smile - Traffic jam - Bang bang - Road work - Office jerk - Broken homes - Millennium dome - Drug dealer - Office cleaner - Broken bottle - Full throttle - Boarded up shops - Office blocks - Social life - Beaten up wife - Dodgy bloke - Being broke - Sick on the ground - To...

I'm dancing on the edge of normality, waggling my arse at the people inside and loving every minute. The faces stare back at me, they don't understand, they don't see, what it's like, to be me.

Cate and I got a bus, the 160 that used to run from Catford to Sidcup, we got off the bus near where I used to live, on the south circular, which was near where it used to go, but slightly off route. We got off the bus and all the shops were exactly as I remembered, as we walked down the road (which was a major street for traffic) we came across a fruit orchard, trees of apples, plums, gooseberries and more, I kept trying to take photos of the fruit and Cate kept getting in the way saying 'stop...

_Phone on table, centre stage. Phone rings._ X : <i>(Enters from Stage L, Answers phone)</i> Hello?<br />Y : Hello. X : Who's this? Y : Oh yes, sorry, God here. How are you? X : Fine thanks. Y : Good. Is life alright? X : Yeah, no complaints. Y : No faults or problems, or complaints? X : No, not really, none that I can think of. Y : Good, marvellous. Ok, goodbye then. X : Bye. <i>Phone down, X leaves the stage at Stage L.</i>

Fancied damaged boy any box or coy Cox kiss lips as they lisp. Awake, cycle, be late and laud Kate. Wall walk, tall talk, the next newt goes for God's loud love by Jove. The tie vies for kid's lies, lids off with odd Ned picking and shaking his sibling in the lame land lane. If he goes in, I'm gone home, good. Gas has, ice had, water waves and rates save. Jesus jests while pests rests. For eons the doors shut in situ, waiting, waving their dues for ever.

Megalomaniac had death at the press of a button, he'd declared war on the rest of the world and he wasn't backing down now. The world hadn't taken him seriously, hadn't met his demands, he'd have to show the world fear and harm. Head of a multinational, fifth richest man on earth, it was never enough, he always wanted more, needed to be the best, wanted everyone to call him sir.Sod ethics and morality, everyone else is dirt. With money from his lies, he pointed warheads to the skies, buried h...

Let down the wall, try not to use a piano, you'll amaze yourself. Take care to keep them straight; whilst not easy it's within reach. Run mobile discos, but it's pointless my guru told me. All you need is cash and the girls like it, I never realised it would become a cliché. Some of them have bits of me, evidently the line to use next time. Rubbing away the planets and playing rhythm guitar, the 90's were a good idea. Fantasies of eyes on stalks and by coincidence we rode a scooter. Ah w...

_A poem written completely in predictive text_ Fancied damaged boy any box or coy Cox kiss lips as they lisp. Awake, cycle, be late and laud Kate. Wall walk, tall talk, the next newt goes for God's loud love by Jove. The tie vies for kid's lies, lids off with odd Ned picking and shaking his sibling in the lame land lane. If he goes in, I'm gone home, good. Gas has, ice had, water waves and rates save. Jesus jests while pests rests. For eons the doors shut in situ, waiting, waving their du...

Jesus is coming On the train He'll be late So I guess you'll just have to wait

According to a list I read some years ago, I regularly use several words in my lexicon that are considered 'old fashioned'. As that list was published nearly ten years ago and I'm still using most of those words, my language must be increasingly old fashioned. There is however, one old fashioned word that has fallen into disuse and out of favour that I feel really needs and begs for reintroduction. Especially in this social and over personality focussed modernity we inhabit, where fewer and fe...

Take a listen (or read) to a light hearted and 'cheesy' romantic (and slightly explicit) short story I recently wrote about Doug, who bored in his office cubicle, fantasies about Julie... <object height="81" width="100%"><param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F7997281&amp;show_comments=false&amp;auto_play=false&amp;color=D7DBDA" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="8...

Here's a quote/analogy I've been using for a while to overarchingly describe a strategy for engaging on social media that I've found helpful and descriptive. > If you walk into a bar and all you do is stand on the bar, screaming and shouting about yourself, would you expect anyone to engage with you? It's the same with social media… In follow up to that and the issue of privacy, here's another analogy. > If you then started telling everyone where your keys were, your movements for the day, w...

He must works nights as I rarely see him, we've never spent a night together, just watching TV or anything like that, but he must have a set in his room, and a penchant for cheesy old horror films, because sometimes in the middle of the night I hear odd muffled shrieks and yells coming from his room. I think he throws out meat or something in the bins at the front of the house, there's always foxes sniffing and lurking around since he moved in, well at least I think they're foxes, they're quit...