Category: Personal
Syd Field: 1935 – 2013…

I’m sitting here trying to put words to screen, as I’ve just heard that Syd Field passed away today at the age  of 77. For those who don’t know the name, Syd Field is recognised internationally as one of Hollywood’s greatest ’script gurus’. He’s the ‘expert’ that the Final Draft DVD aims you at when you need help. He’s written several books on the [&hellip

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Paralysed, Petrified, Pudsey (revised for 2013)…

Yes, it’s that time of the year again, as in just over a week, next Friday in fact it’s the 14th of November. Now, anyone with a calendar is going ‘so?‘ but people in the UK will know from the television adverts that it’s something far more special than just a usual Friday, because its Children In Need night. And anyone who [&hellip

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Paralysed, Petrified, Pudsey…

Yes, it’s that time of the year again, as this coming Friday it’s the 16th of November. Now, anyone with a calendar is going ‘so?‘ but people in the UK will know from the television adverts that it’s something far more special than just a usual Friday, because its Children In Need night. And anyone who knows me well will know my absolute, [&hellip

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Return Of An Old Friend…

I don’t often talk about my early 20′s much, mainly as they became such a nightmare and almost killed me, something that I’ve written about before. But one of the things that was good about those years were the friendships that I made. When I was twenty, I joined Charming Underclothes, the Rocky Horror Picture Show Performing Cast at the [&hellip

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HAiR: The Help For Heroes Gala…

It’s not often I get invited to ‘celebrity’ events, and never usually for a cause as worthy as Help For Heroes, so it was nice to be one of the many who attended the HAiR gala performance last night at the Piccadilly Theatre, London. With a cast of virtual unknowns, the show was energetic, bright and ‘feelgood’, and by far [&hellip

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Hiding In The Headmaster’s Office…

When I was ten years old, I sent Anthony Ainley a letter. Bear with me on this one, there’s a reason I start with this. Ainley was, at the time ‘The Master’ on Doctor Who, and I thought he was brilliant. And, on a day of writing off to various actors for autographs (these were the innocent eighties, where autograph [&hellip

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I’m The One That’s Cool…

Picture the scene. A boy, early teens is being dangled head first out of his school’s first floor window. For my American friends, that’s second floor window. Twenty feet above the paving stones, the only thing keeping him alive is the weight of the bully on his ankles. The same bully that’s doing this until the boy cries out that [&hellip

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