FlashTag performed on Thursday night at Word Soup in Preston, and we were interviewed by Lancashire Writing Hub's Mikey before our appearance. You can read the interview, which is split into two parts, here and here.
Les Malheureux, meanwhile, were interviewed in the run-up to their gig at Not The Oxford Literary Festival, and you can read that here. We've also been interviewed for another site, and that should appear before our Sounds From The Other City gig in early May, and we'll soon be posting some photos from our official photo shoot.
Meanwhile, today we're on the radio! You can hear me reading one of Les Malheureux' numbers on arts radio Resonance FM this afternoon - tune in to Jonny Trunk’s OST Show 4.30–6.30pm (online here: http://resonancefm.com/), when our pals Monkeys In Love will be chatting, spinning the wheels of steel and playing a recording they kindly did of us a couple of weeks back.
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31 March 2012
30 March 2012
More tour
My spring tour continues on Monday, with a trip up to Lancaster, where I'll be shocking and aweing The Story Forum with 12 minutes of smuttiness. Get yourself over to the Gregson Arts Centre from 7.30pm.
23 March 2012
Getting out and about
Next week, I'm taking my potty mouth out of the goddamn rainy city and heading first south and then north to peddle my smut.
Wednesday 28 March sees me in Oxford, purveying my prose in a fight to the death with a bunch of poets (well, hopefully not quite to the death) as part of the Not The Oxford Literary Festival, organised by the delightful Dan Holloway of Eight Cuts. I'm aiming on reading four filthy and not-so-filthy flash fictions in five minutes flat. I need to practise speaking real quick. I'm also going to be performing a couple of Les Malheureux numbers with David Gaffney - and to plug our act, we've interviewed each other on the Eight Cuts blog. To say I'm really looking forward to the night, and meeting some writers I really respect (Tania Hershman for one) and catching up with some others I already have the pleasure of knowing, is a mighty understatement. Also can't wait to see the Albion Beatnik bookshop - I've heard so much about it!
Thursday 29 March sees me in Preston, with a 10-minute slot of smut at Lancashire Writing Hub's Word Soup night at the Continental. The rest of the FlashTag collective are also reading (and an interview with us will be appearing on the LWH website in the run-up to the event) - it's like we're on the bill or summink - as is one of our Quickies contributors, the lovely Kim McGowan, and my poet mate Miles Hadfield. Preston won't know what's hit it. Still, I'm sure England's newest city (is it still that?) can take it; they're made of stern stuff up there.
Wednesday 28 March sees me in Oxford, purveying my prose in a fight to the death with a bunch of poets (well, hopefully not quite to the death) as part of the Not The Oxford Literary Festival, organised by the delightful Dan Holloway of Eight Cuts. I'm aiming on reading four filthy and not-so-filthy flash fictions in five minutes flat. I need to practise speaking real quick. I'm also going to be performing a couple of Les Malheureux numbers with David Gaffney - and to plug our act, we've interviewed each other on the Eight Cuts blog. To say I'm really looking forward to the night, and meeting some writers I really respect (Tania Hershman for one) and catching up with some others I already have the pleasure of knowing, is a mighty understatement. Also can't wait to see the Albion Beatnik bookshop - I've heard so much about it!
Thursday 29 March sees me in Preston, with a 10-minute slot of smut at Lancashire Writing Hub's Word Soup night at the Continental. The rest of the FlashTag collective are also reading (and an interview with us will be appearing on the LWH website in the run-up to the event) - it's like we're on the bill or summink - as is one of our Quickies contributors, the lovely Kim McGowan, and my poet mate Miles Hadfield. Preston won't know what's hit it. Still, I'm sure England's newest city (is it still that?) can take it; they're made of stern stuff up there.
01 February 2012
Performance vehicle
So last week was a bit nuts in terms of spoken word. On Monday, I delivered a set of smut at the for-one-night-only-in-Manchester New Libertines shindig organised by the absolutely bloody wonderful Dan Holloway of Eight Cuts. The picture shows me laughing in embarrassment. You can find out why via The Workshy Fop, aka Thom Cuell, here. There are more reviews and photos on Dan's Eight Cuts site here and his Last Man Out Of Eden blog here, here, here and here; and on Elizabeth Baines' blog here. Thanks to all of them for their really ace comments!
On Wednesday, I performed a couple of my newly published stories, Dirty Books (appearing on Games Perverts Play soon) and The Moths (in the current issue of Duality) at Bad Language, headlined this month by Socrates Adams, whose debut novel was launched on Friday, and also featuring Rodge Glass, whose second novel is launching in April, I think.
On Thursday, I got a train up to Preston with my good friend Fat Roland (and some gin in a can*) to read flash at my first-ever Word Soup, organised by Lancashire Writing Hub; headlined last week by fab poet Jo Bell and also featuring the marvellously varied Blackpool collective Dead Good Poets and some really good open mic.
All three events were great and I met some amazingly lovely new people and caught up with a ton of folk I already know.
I'll be back at two out of three nights (plus, hopefully, the third if I manage to get on the open mic list): 28 March for the Not The Oxford Literary Festival and 29 March for Word Soup.
*Talking of which, check out the newly released video here for Gin In A Can by Monkeys In Love, who I'm "supporting" on 17 February. More here.
04 August 2011
Day tripper
Yesterday I went on a train. This is obviously the kind of behaviour that warrants me the Twitter bio label "part-time adventuress". A train! Actually, I went on two trains: one there, one back. Imagine!
So I went on a train and the train went to Liverpool and I went on a train to Liverpool to look at some art. First off, I hotfooted it to the lovely becolumned Walker Gallery to see the show Art In Revolution: Liverpool 1911. It harks back to an exhibition of international Post-Impressionist and local avant-garde artists held in the Bluecoat 100 years ago. It didn't blow me away, I'll be honest, but it is very varied and there are some quite nice pieces (nice bit of Gaugin; some really nice woodcuts; a nice spot of Pointillist stuff, possibly even Seurat, I can't remember).
From here, I sauntered over to the Tate in the Albert Dockhhhhh. A giant table and chairs drew me Alice in Wonderland-style into Robert Therrien: Smoke Signals, but it was the towering pile of plates (above) that was really great - the gallery invigilator told us to be careful when walking around it, as the effect of the perspective throws you off balance. He wasn't wrong: it was an almost interactive experience.
Anyway, the reason why I really came to the Tate was to see Rene Magritte: The Pleasure Principle. It's on until 16 October, but I've been wanting to go for, like, ever. There's a ton of stuff: paintings, drawings, collages, ads (above), photos...
There's the bowler hat stuff, the train coming out of the fireplace, the Ceci n'est Pas Une Pipe series, giant apples, flapper ladies, lots of tits. I liked Les Charmes du Pays, a rifle next to an empty picture frame titled Paysage (above). Kinda funny. Also liked The Menaced Assassin for its strong narrative, Popular Panorama for it's cut-away multi-layered view, and The Lovers II (Les Amants) (below). Apparently this is inspired by an image from the cover of a private dick pulp fiction comic Nick Carter, Detective, where the dying heroine has her head hidden by a sheet, which has led to me spending a good part of the past hour looking at magazine covers on Google images. The Spicy Detective and Saucy Detective series look great.
So I went on a train and the train went to Liverpool and I went on a train to Liverpool to look at some art. First off, I hotfooted it to the lovely becolumned Walker Gallery to see the show Art In Revolution: Liverpool 1911. It harks back to an exhibition of international Post-Impressionist and local avant-garde artists held in the Bluecoat 100 years ago. It didn't blow me away, I'll be honest, but it is very varied and there are some quite nice pieces (nice bit of Gaugin; some really nice woodcuts; a nice spot of Pointillist stuff, possibly even Seurat, I can't remember).
From here, I sauntered over to the Tate in the Albert Dockhhhhh. A giant table and chairs drew me Alice in Wonderland-style into Robert Therrien: Smoke Signals, but it was the towering pile of plates (above) that was really great - the gallery invigilator told us to be careful when walking around it, as the effect of the perspective throws you off balance. He wasn't wrong: it was an almost interactive experience.
Anyway, the reason why I really came to the Tate was to see Rene Magritte: The Pleasure Principle. It's on until 16 October, but I've been wanting to go for, like, ever. There's a ton of stuff: paintings, drawings, collages, ads (above), photos...
There's the bowler hat stuff, the train coming out of the fireplace, the Ceci n'est Pas Une Pipe series, giant apples, flapper ladies, lots of tits. I liked Les Charmes du Pays, a rifle next to an empty picture frame titled Paysage (above). Kinda funny. Also liked The Menaced Assassin for its strong narrative, Popular Panorama for it's cut-away multi-layered view, and The Lovers II (Les Amants) (below). Apparently this is inspired by an image from the cover of a private dick pulp fiction comic Nick Carter, Detective, where the dying heroine has her head hidden by a sheet, which has led to me spending a good part of the past hour looking at magazine covers on Google images. The Spicy Detective and Saucy Detective series look great.
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