At last, at last, I got to review the sublimely humorous Fitzrovia Radio Hour for a real, honest-to-goodness publication! Here’s the teaser: Watching the Fitzrovia Radio ensemble pad around on slippered feet at the Horse Hospital creating sound-pictures would make anyone want to be a foley artist. The dulcet sultry tones of Natalie Ball display … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Bloomsbury
The Literary Cabaret
Once again, the Bloomsbury Festival rolled around and brightened my life. The highlight this time was The Literary Cabaret last night at Senate House, hosted by Helen Smith (who, you may recall, I wrote about for The Writers’ Guild.) We were treated to an evening of song, wine, and superb reading, which I think you … Continue reading
Watching and Listening
I find magic captivating. There is something about the illusion of rising beyond the mundane, the tantalizing imagined possibility of defying physics and chemistry and logic and even death that unfailingly draws me in. And it’s not just me: every seat at ‘Show and Tell’, Barry and Stuart’s show at the Bloomsbury Theatre was sold … Continue reading
Moving On
Alas and alack, the lovely Fitzrovia adventure will shortly come to an end. Our landlord has decided to do up the flat and then do up the rent, so very soon we must up sticks and shift. I’ve been very sad about this because the Fitzrovian garret adventure has been just sublime, but I can’t … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 5
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 24 Feb 11 Detoured into the British Museum on the way home. Needed a change of scene. I went to the Elgin Marbles galleries; beautiful in daylight, majestic and mysterious when lit at night. There were so many people–I wanted to get … Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 4
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 23 Feb 11 Walking home through Russell Square, the sliver of a moon upended like a gilded cup waiting to be filled with the fruits of the night. Continue reading
On the Way to Work, Part 3
Series of short blogs about things I see on the way into work. 22 Feb 11 Every morning on my way into work I pass a woman coming the other way. She’s never acknowledged my presence, always busily focusing on something ahead. Her movement is so regular that I can tell exactly how late I … Continue reading
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