Nightbook

Nightbook

First, I will set the scene, as all good storytellers should. It is late on a Friday evening, but thanks to a shared case of the common cold we are laying in bed. My wife is already asleep in a cocoon of duvet nestled between two hot water bottles. She’s been snoozing...
A Trip to Vietnam – via Bristol!

A Trip to Vietnam – via Bristol!

Taking an audience on an emotional journey back to 1970’s Vietnam is no easy feat, but the phenomenal production of Miss Saigon currently on tour in the UK transports us there in the most thoroughly enchanting way. In eager anticipation for the show’s arrival at the...
Today, the River became an Ocean…

Today, the River became an Ocean…

I don’t consider myself to be a person that relies on routine. Instead, I see myself as a creature of habit. Perhaps distinguishing the two is an exercise in semantics, but the nuanced difference between the two is why I feel the need to clarify this point. Like...
On refusing to be unwell…

On refusing to be unwell…

It’s a typical early autumn day, mid morning, and I’m walking Tiki in the park. This is a fairly standard day for us two. But today, we are accompanied by an univited guest, whose presence is uncomfortably felt throughout the whole journey. My usual...