There's all these guides now such as 1001 places you must visit before you die, 1001 books you must read before you die, 1001 movies you must see before you die. Stuff 'em. If you're feeling more Slacker than Activist, see if you can't amble slowly towards one of these chillout zones, but if you're finding it a struggle - have a lie down.
I'm certainly not one of the best writers but I have written (and directed) a new web-series that launched today. Why should you watch it? One it's been made with a lot of love and commitment, everyone has given their time for free as they believe in the project so it would be great to repay that with some views.
Hello...? Not sure if there's anyone out there or not. It's hard to know if anyone is going to read my ramblings. I mean why would you? And even if you do, how will I know? This is the thing when you write, there's no immediate response. It's not like standup where you can say something, pause, and BOOM! Laughter.
About an hour after we started, I found myself halfway up a rock-face, perhaps twenty feet off the ground, with no obvious way of getting any further up. I was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, black Clarks shoes (with my socks pulled up) and had a backpack on containing some books. I was not exactly properly equipped...
It often only lasts for the briefest of seconds but every regular stand-up comedy punter will have seen it happen. The moment when all emotion leaves the comedian's face for a split second as they glaze over and you would be forgiven for thinking that they are relishing the notion of killing someone. In fact, the truth is far less sinister. We are buffering.
If you like your stand-up comedy based on the kind of human insight that will give you a more satisfying laugh, go and see "Killing MissD." Daphna Baram has pulled together a rollicking show featuring her reckless body-sharing alter-ego MissD that will have you cringe, shocked and belly-laughing in quick succession.
It's that time again. A couple of thousand people in the U.K have made the decision to talk about funny things for an entire hour in front of strangers, in preparation to talk for an hour every day in the month of August in front of other strangers. After three years, I still question why I do this.
Last weekend I performed 20 minutes of comedy in front of 400 odd festival-goers at the comedy tent of the Wychwood Festival, Cheltenham. After six years (on and off) of stand up, this was the first time they'd decided to come and see me. My mum had previously excused coming to see me on the basis that "What if it goes horribly wrong? I'd be so embarrassed." The stakes were high.