Well, I guess it’s about time I let both of you know what I’ve been up to. First off, I’ve been busy in my Dad’s house, sorting out his possessions, sending stuff to the dump, to charity shops, and bringing loads home with me. As you can imagine, it’s a task by turns sad, funny,… Continue reading Back Again, Meh
Year: 2005
Sporks
While clearing out my Dad’s cutlery drawer, I found these two metal sporks. I always remember them from our myriad caravan holidays. I’ve seen lots of Spork worship around the web, but that’s been mainly aimed at the plastic variety. I think these could be the ultimate… I wonder if these people would be interested:… Continue reading Sporks
Lambs To The Slaughter
My pals Kristen and Ian have started blogs today, so head on over and take a look. First up, Wannabe Scriptwriter is all about the pain and the passion that is being a wannabe scriptwriter and actual movie extra. Expect discussions on when it is appropriate to eat Rich Tea, and when HobNobs are in… Continue reading Lambs To The Slaughter
My Theatre CV Database Fixed
I finally got around to fixing the database problem with my Theatre CV. So head on over and take a look. You can see what I’ve been in through the years, which groups I’ve done stuff with, and where they are. It also features links to all the groups (where possible) and to the various… Continue reading My Theatre CV Database Fixed
Collage – The Serial Killer’s Artform of Choice
Watched Red Dragon on DVD from Lovefilm.com the other day. Not as good as the book by a long stretch, but OK in it’s way. I was shocked at how Anthony Hopkins’ Southern US accent was even worse than Brian Cox’s in Manhunter (“You’re a killer, Wolvereeeeen, always have beeeeen” – OK that was from… Continue reading Collage – The Serial Killer’s Artform of Choice
The Eyes Keep Following Me
I have, in my possession, a lifesize cardboard cutout of myself wearing a tuxedo and striking a gameshow-host pose. It dates back to the Raw Theatre tournament I hosted in summer 2003, which ran over six Saturdays, one of which I was on holiday, so they replaced me with a cutout. The producers (Aubs and… Continue reading The Eyes Keep Following Me
This Is More Like It
In stark contrast to the rubbish I produced, here is the piece Jane Richards (AKA Simone Evrard) wrote to accompany the wonderful gift she gave me. The limerick form appears to be mandatory. There once was an actor called ‘Petty’, And it’s to him I dedicate this fine ‘Netty’. It’s crude and it’s brash, And… Continue reading This Is More Like It
Lyme Regis July 2005
This was disrupted somewhat by events. Disrupted seems a little disrespectful, but you know what I mean. But, it was all booked, Mairi’s parents and nephews were all ready to go, so we went. I needed some time off anyway, on top of the compassionate leave, and it had taken us long enough to find… Continue reading Lyme Regis July 2005
My Netty Effort
Here is the crappy poem what I wrote to accompany the gift I gave my compatriot James Grayston at the after-show party, in the ceremony we call the ‘Netties’. This inmate is further in years, Than his partner in crime, it appears. When calling for “Food!”, His “Pleas” are quite good His “Not me!” a… Continue reading My Netty Effort
Brian Cox Petty, 5 June 1929 – 15 July 2005
My father died last Friday, after a short illness, in Bedford South Wing Hospital. It’s still too much to come to terms with, so for now it’s just the facts. My elder sister and brother and I had been to visit him on the Thursday. We met the consultant then, and he said that it… Continue reading Brian Cox Petty, 5 June 1929 – 15 July 2005