It was the soothing melodies of the Cocteau Twins flowing from the speakers in Shoreditch Town Hall that calmed my nerves last week. Frazzled by travelling in a blustery rain storm and weighed down by grief I felt strangely connected to the night’s event before the speaker had even taken to the stage. The space … Continue reading Cosmic Comfort
Performance
Interstitial
I've not been well this week, which means none of the half written posts I have are approaching completion. Normal service should resume shortly, but until then I thought I'd share a poem I wrote. I started performing spoken word poetry towards the end of 2018 and have thoroughly enjoyed it; the audience don't seem to mind either so … Continue reading Interstitial
Under the Stars
A friend of mine once told me she loved attending events on a Sunday evening because she feels she’s extending the weekend, making the most of her time. I was inclined to agree since I often find myself spending half of my Sundays contemplating the impending responsibility of Monday and the upcoming week’s potential deadlines, not the best … Continue reading Under the Stars
Hanging with the Cool Kid
I listen to music a lot of the time. At work it helps me drown out the background noise and focus on what needs to be done and at home it makes chores a bit more fun. Tunes can also gear me up before a night out and wind me down once back indoors. Sometimes … Continue reading Hanging with the Cool Kid
Evidently…John Cooper Clarke
Anyone who knows me will tell you I’ve become a bit obsessed with poetry lately. Writing, performing, reading and gigging; it seems to be all I can talk about these days. Mentioning my historical love of the written word in a previous post, I have been feeling lucky to have seen spoken word star Neil Hilborn twice in … Continue reading Evidently…John Cooper Clarke
Stay Lucky
Poetry has long been a companion of mine. Reading and writing it with various degrees of enthusiasm and success has been a part of my life since I first fell in love with Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes as a child. I had entered poems into competitions years ago, and while I never won anything, they … Continue reading Stay Lucky
One night in Dalston
It was exactly how I imagined it. Queueing outside an East London location, walking down a claustrophobic corridor decorated with what could be described as 'anatomical art', and lit with flashes of bright clashing colours, and then descending worn wooden stairs into a tiny basement space. It felt a bit of a blur as I was sick with … Continue reading One night in Dalston
Redhead Ramblings 