When I was twenty-one I set out to become a dancer. For six months I’d been drinking in Europe – its museums, galleries, cafes and its men – but I was still thirsty. I’d been stretching my legs on the balustrade of my Persian lover’s balcony while...
This month I get to exuberantly promote my favourite writing teacher, mentor and divine friend, Sue Reynolds. Without her, I’d be nothing. Okay, that might be taking a bit far… but I am very pumped to be able to share her with my local community at the upcoming...
I took a course in writing for film and television through the Learning Annex. I had a million ideas. The most potent one came from Chris Dewdney’s story about his wife’s brain haemorrhage and what it did to her personality. I started that one many times in many forms...
In my rush to document all the highlights of my not-so-brilliant career, I sometimes miss the funnest bits. Christopher Dewdney was the school hunk at Westminster High School in London. And a bit of an odd bodkin. We became friends and he introduced me to his brother...
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