Following immediately on from the wonderful evening with Henry Rollins, my mate and I travelled back to one of our favourite places, The Prince Charles Cinema (PCC) for another exciting encounter. My recent introduction to the ‘disaster-piece’ film The Room has changed my perspective on cinema; and art in general to be more accurate. The sheer … Continue reading Best F(r)iends Forever

Henry Rollins. The formidable hardcore punk singer, actor, prolific writer and almost constant traveler with an insatiable curiosity. On Friday night we had the opportunity to enjoy another of his talents, master storyteller. Punk heroThe National Geographic Society is not the typical choice for a Friday night. The elegant Ondaatje Theatre was host  to his latest … Continue reading Kenny and the Exisential Penguin

Vergenoegd(roughly translating to ‘far enough') is a well-established wine estate in the Stellenbosch region outside of Cape Town. A short drive from the city, it still made me chuckle to see the film studios at the freeway turn off with the to scale ships used as sets (for shooting the pirate television show Black Sails) raised, 'dry docked' and looking strangely … Continue reading Ducks in a Row

In 2001, an actor named Tommy Wiseau, frustrated at his lack of success in Los Angeles decided to write his own play and, failing to get it published, adapted it into a film script. The resulting film, The Room, was produced, directed and starred Wiseau, along with his friend Greg Sistero, and was released in 2003 - in only one … Continue reading Accidental Joy

January is my favourite time of year - said no one ever.  (Well if they did, I haven't met them) Acclimatising to the grey, dreary, dribbly skies and brisk temperatures, my recent trip to Cape Town drifts deeper into my memory. As I watch the snow fall outside of my window and my tan quickly … Continue reading Decadent Deliciousness

I have recently been pulled into the rabbit hole of nostalgia. The tune for the closing credits of a cartoon I remember watching as a child popped into my head and got me thinking. Growing up in South Africa, and due to the regime at the time, many of the children’s broadcasts were in Afrikaans; … Continue reading Lost in Translation

Continued from Part 1Approaching the house on a dirt road you only knew you’d reached your destination by the locals selling souvenirs opposite the building, and if you looked up you could see an owl perched on top of the roof. Owls featured heavily in Martin’s work, giving the house its name.Keeping watchIt’s hard to … Continue reading The Owl House – Part 2

Social media is a tricky mistress. As much as I loathe the narcissism I also love sharing what I’m up to and seeing what my friends spread across the world are up to too. The temptation to sign off starts to rise within me, and then I find out about some great event or see … Continue reading The Owl House – Part 1

Party season has officially begun in the last week, and I couldn’t have started my festivities in a better way than double booking my first office party with a gig. Starting the night with a lovely three course meal (and free flowing pinot) with colleagues in Kentish Town, I met up with a mate and we … Continue reading Whose Streets? Our Streets!

After a hectic social period I went into hermit mode on a recent weekend. Enjoying my time working on craft projects (and drinking copious amounts of tea) it would have to be a very good reason to make me leave home (aka The Pyjama Palace). The beautiful Rio Cinema did just that. On the Sunday evening they … Continue reading Taking some ‘Brakes’