I was thinking this morning that I probably write poetry / verse of some sort every day. This will vary from “Proper Page Poetry” (god ferbid!) to silly little humorous epigrams and limericks, but either way it’s pretty-much a daily occurrence. Many of the latter end up in my Facebook and Twitter feeds anyway, so I figure I might just as well keep this blog ticking along with ’em too.
Now whether I keep it up or not remains to be seen (the poems will be written, but remembering to post them may well prove a different fishy kettle altogether), but either way it sounds an interesting experiment. I may have to schedule post to cover holidays etc, but the plan is that all the stuff posted will be new. Much of it will be extremely flimsy, but I may slip the odd weighty epic in too. I may even gather up a year’s worth at the end of the year and do something with them (‘What a bonfire they would make,’ to quote Spike Milligan).
I will, of course, continue to post proper blogs from time to time, but will either post these separately or add the daily poem as an aside. I’m also going to avoid posting a different image every day as finding images can take up much more time than writing four line poems.
When will all this start? I don’t hear you cry, and, well, now would seem as good a time as any. I posted this little bit of nonsense on Facebook yesterday, but it gained a bit of attention this morning leading to several new variations on the theme. For those who don’t know my son, Ben, he’s a biggun…
A POME FOR BEN
When I was small
I wasn’t tall
In fact I was quite wee
But then I grew
And grew and grew
And now I’m six-foot-three*
* He’s actually six-four-and-a-bit but it didn’t rhyme.
I could have sworn I posted this days ago. But I didn’t. So I’ll do it now, before I forget again.
My last post, one very wee poem aside, was about The Gluten-Free Trio and the launch of our Carry on Regardless show. While I’ve posted to say what a resounding success it was (“sellout” and “packed to the gunnels” are both accurate descriptions!) on the OFFICIAL WEBSITE. I forgot to do the same here.
Rather than repeating myself I would ask readers to click the link for full details, but will take this opportunity to apologise for our tardiness in getting the promised new showreel up. Basically I’ve been inundated with “stuff”, and I’ve also been sulking a little and procrastinating because fate dealt us another below-the-belt blow as far as recording quality went. We really must at some point set up a proper camera and tripod to capture the full magnificence of our performance, but the downside of our lovely-but-compact-and-bijou fave venue is that, erm, it’s compact and bijou. In essence, by the time you’ve packed it to the gunnels with punters there’s not much room left even for filming on a phone, and even then the footage you manage to grab is likely to be interrupted by people passing by with drinks or nibbles, or just laughing so long and loud that it pushes the needle into the red and causes clipping. Continue reading “Head like a sieve…”
A big night out in Lovely Tunbridge Wells
I think I hinted about this around Christmas time, but – a month later than originally planned, for all kinds of reasons – the cat is finally ready to be released from the bag: The Gluten-Free Trio is about to launch!
For a while now, co-conspirator Peppy Scott and I have been doing our thang as performance poets at various events and venues, but as I mentioned in the summer this had broadened out a little to include monologues, sketches and skits, and songs. Writing the songs was easy – well the lyrics anyway – but as neither of us can play an instrument we were a bit stymied as far as performing them went. I had a couple of outings singing “Acapulco”, and dear ol’ Tom Carradine did wonders with accompaniments for a few of the tunes as a personal favour, but we really needed a musician to complete our little gang. And then we met David – who we had actually met over a year before singing a song about his nervous bladder at TW Forum – and the die, as they say, was cast.
So, after several outings at open mics and stuff we’re now ready to take centre stage with our own little evening called Carry On Regardless, which will take flight on March 7th at Scallywag Cafe and Wine Bar in lovely Tunbridge Wells. The evening will be a mix of humour, music and words, the music almost exclusively original although some tunes might seem a little familiar, particularly in our ‘singalong’ section. To vary the pace a little (and to allow those suffering laughter-induced burst stomachs time to recover) we’ll also be doing a few carefully chosen covers, and inviting friends to add their own contributions as guest artistes. All that for a fiver – it’s a bargain, already!
I’ll post more later – including details about how we got our name and why the evening is so named – and will also soon link to our “official” website. I’ve just got to make the thing…
Well, exciting times, and certainly keeping the three of us busy for the next few weeks as we rehearse our little butts off and learn how to set up our PA system without electrocuting ourselves. It would be lovely if some of you could make it along for our maiden flight – just click the poster below to go to Scallywag’s booking page…
I don’t write about TV programmes very often. I think the last time was about Grayson Perry and his series on “class”, but a big part of that was about Tunbridge Wells, which I write about quite a lot, so I’m not sure it completely counts. And it was ages ago anyway.
So anyhow, I’ve just got round to watching Chris Packham’s documentary about Asperger’s Syndrome (BBC TV – catch it on I-Player) and the impact it’s had on his life, and it was a pretty tough watch in places. It’s wonderful that Chris Packham had / has such a unique obsession and the drive and understanding to carve a career from it, but, as he observed himself, for every one like him there will be a thousand other “High Functioning” autistics who haven’t quite got what it takes to negotiate all of the tricky social complexities and realise their full potential. Or even part of it. That’s not to say that Chris Packham found it easy – the description of him making lists of the must nots he’s constantly repressing to appear “normal” was particularly informative (and familiar!) – but his special interest and intense focus did enable him to create a niche for himself that was a little more accommodating and comfortable than the round holes that most square-peg autistics find themselves forced to try to fit into. Continue reading “Asperger’s and Me: Chris Packham.”
… because not only does THE CAMERA LIE, but it tells particularly nasty whoppers where I am concerned. However, this one was taken of me reading one of me poems at Tonbridge Calling yesterday and apart from the colour cast from the grass it wasn’t too awful, so I thought weeeeeeeeell…
Anyway, that was me reading yesterday, and more of the same will be happening again next Sunday at the same location for Invite a Tree for Tea. Hopefully they’ll get a pic of my much-easier-on-the-eye poetry partner in crime, Peppy Scott, too!
Between now and then I will also be doing my stuff indoors at the Forum in Tunbridge Wells, as support for three time world champion spoken word artist, Buddy Wakefield. THREE TIMES you say? He must be a bit good then… Gotta be worth a looksee (‘listenee’), ennit…