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The Haircut
An impending meeting about my feature film script prompted me to overcome my hatred for having my hair cut. I entered my regular hairdressers, sub-standard in quality but very cheap. I had grown out my last poor quality hair cut from the Polish hairdresser, who’s so dour she…
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Men’s Essentials for Bonfire Night
It is indeed that exciting time of year where the dark night skies are illuminated with an array of colour; and the sound of the wind dominated by the abrupt and loud sound of fireworks. In celebration of Guy Fawkes, you’ll be spoilt for choice in firework displays spread across…
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The Carpet
I had a dinner party at my father’s two bedroom flat last week as there is more room there than in my tiny studio. There was a fair amount of drinking and dancing and I woke up the next day to find red wine on the walls, chocolate on the…
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All the way to London Brizzz
I was coming back from Bermundsy on Sunday night and was waiting at the bus stop. A bus (not my one) arrived. An Indian man wearing one of those blue London underground ‘happy to help’ jackets appeared from out of no where, got onto the bus and confidently announced: “All…
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Yoga in the Park (Warning text of explicit nature)
I was just doing a power yoga workout in the park. Towards the end of it I saw a young tubby Indian guy, about 24, dressed in a massive hoody and baggy shorts, walking up to me. “Man, you are hench!” He said in an east London accent. “sorry?” “You…
