Thomas Paine

“When my country, into which I had just set my foot, was set on fire about my ears, it was time to stir. It was time for every man to stir.” – Thomas Paine I land in Philly sweaty. My brother drives me to his house. Now my fate to be in cars. Not my…

This House

In early January I couldn’t stop listening to Alison Moyet’s song This House whenever I was in my kitchen. Over and over. Something in my body and my nervous system needed to hear it. It’s a weird one. While it was happening I knew that my body was looking for something and there was no…

Yelping

Once upon a time there was a 53-year-old American lady who was living one week in a charming coach house on her friend’s property and one week in her own house on Fendon Road, switching out on the occasion of lockdown divorce, and the unliveableness of being in the same house as someone who had…

Elizabeth Warren

My deal is that I’m a recovering misogynist. When the Harvey Weinstein stuff happened I only felt sorry for him. I felt really sorry for him. I couldn’t believe he was getting in trouble. I realised I had no empathy for the victims, in fact, in my mind I even had trouble considering them victims.…

Recovering Misogynist

This play was born of a blog post on October 15, 2017, the day that many people in the world became familiar with #metoo. It has been through several iterations, kindly sponsored by Cambridge Junction, Pulse Festival, Arts Council England, and Park Theatre. I spent a lot of time making it less about me but…

Happy New Year

This new year is going great so far. I deleted Facebook from my phone. I am sick to death of the whole damned narrative we are trapped in and I have to exit and look for a new one. We are so tribal and scripted now. We feel so constrained and powerless in our actions.…