I Had To Watch Them Try And Get You Undressed

Here's another song from the Pulp gig that Sarah and I attended at Brixton Academy earlier this year.

Carruthers Camera #20

Five more Carruthers blog potos that I took:

Trash Talk was taken in Hammersmith on the way back from a rehearsal for The Tables Turned.

Free Cameras was a conspicuously empty glass case in the National Media Museum in Bradford.

Swannage is a photograph of a piece of artwork by Kim who works at Caledonian Road tube station in London. I met her once and she was very embarrassed that I liked her efforts.

Bin Bomb would have been taken during another rehearsal period for the New Factory Of The Eccentric Actor on Torriano Avenue, but I forget which play the rehearsals would have been for.

Greenbelt is one of the many derelict houses on Bowes Road, near Arnos Grove tube.

Rolled Up, Blown Out

“I sat down opposite a scruffy looking young man rolling a cigarette. He held his little carcinogenic work of art so gingerly and carefully as he sculpted its form, and more importantly, its contents. He licked his finger and dabbed at a loose seam, his task complete he looked around as he patted his pockets, searching for what turned out to be a lighter. He found it, shook it and poised to set fire to his creation, but nothing. The wind was blowing the well-used lighter out before it could deliver its spark, he tried a number of poses all to shelter it and all to no avail. Finally, in what looked like a desperate act of self immolation he hoisted his t-shirt up over his face with both cigarette and lighter together underneath: success!”

This is another set of six sentences that I posted on Six Sentences.

Uncertainty

At the beginning of time there was nothing. Suddenly a bang filled the silence, but there was no one to hear it. In an instant, nothing was replaced with everything. Everything grew exponentially to a size so far beyond man's understanding of infinity that it seemed impossible to comprehend. The nothingness was rudely consigned to a history no one could possibly remember. As he stared out of his kitchen window, Gary took solace from all of this as he failed to open a carton of milk.


I recently posted this on Six Sentences, which asks people what they can say in six sentences.

A to Z Blogging Challenge

Next April I am going to take part in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. "Next April?!" I hear you cry. "Then why are you banging on about it now?"

Well, Arlee Bird has asked those taking part to promote the challenge well in advance of the event itself and so here is my effort. I've been aware of the challenge for a while but it has usually only occurred to me to write something about halfway through April. So I'm happy to have the early reminders I've seen on other sites and hopefully this will work in a similar way for someone else.

The A to Z Blogging Challenge invites people to post something pretty much every day of April:

26 days
26 posts
26 letters of the alphabet.

One post beginning with each letter. Since I started writing this I've been aiming for a post every three days or so and this will be the most I've posted for a particular month. I'm looking forward to it.

Dave Of The Dead

I was wondering if I'd regret posting a photo of my screaming boat race, but it's already been worth it because Jeremy of iZombie fame has seized the opportunity to induct me into his army of the undead.

More Zombies here.

Thanks Jeremy.

The Face(s) Of Evil

I've mentioned Big Finish on here before. They are a company for whom I have a lot of affection. I've included several of their efforts when writing These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things and failed to interest them with a proposal for a script and a short story that I wrote.

So when they requested that people send in photographs of screaming faces for the cover of a sequel to a Doctor Who spinoff called Graceless, I duly obliged. I recently discovered that my fizzog is one of those pictured below:

Can you see me?

If it helps, the original photo is here:

Yep.

Graceless II is available here.