Tube Diary: 3rd April Traveling up the escalator, a poster advertising an event called The Alzheimer’s Show. Tube Diary: 5th April Outside Shepherd’s Bush station. Gates closed. Person under the train. People tutting, complaining about being
Mimi Galore , otherwise known as Denise ‘The Lady’ Flower, is a photographer who creates dazzling photographs in collaboration with the sitter. When you arrange to be ‘Mimified’ you never know how the photo will turn out. And that’s what
I have a story in the new Queer Episodes anthology. Queer Episodes is available to buy through the Little Episodes website and is £10.99, a percentage of the sales will go to The Albert Kennedy Trust, this organisation assist
It has taken a year of recording, editing and adding sound effects, but the audiobook for Goodbye to Soho is now available. When I started this project I wanted it to be more like a radio play than a
An interview I did with Kairos (who do the LGBT Soho walking tours). Two hours of history for a fiver. It’s worth it! You get to hear about the 18th Century Molly Houses where an undercover investigator noted:
I’ve edited a video. It’s taken from the audiobook of Goodbye to Soho (release date May 2013). I’m narrating, with voices by David Benson and film footage by Jonathan Hodgson. Click here
This is a diary entry snippet from my audiobook, Goodbye to Soho (Release Date: May 2013). I’m narrating and my friend David Benson provides all the voices. It’s about a day I spent with Quentin Crisp in
Tube Diary: 28th January Wake. Eat. Tube. Work. Tube. Eat. Sleep. Repeat til death. Tube Diary: 11th February Bored with my book. So let’s see what’s going on here then…Okay. Opposite: a girl (twenties, all
Tube Diary: 2nd November Central line. With Dom (after a night out in Soho). He’s next to me snapping. I’m next to him typing. Two diarists at work. Tube Diary: 6th November 7:18am and I’m on a
Jorge’s in the front room, crashed out on the day bed and I’m here in the bedroom, in my dressing gown, staring at my laptop, thinking, ‘Maybe I should write something.’ So…I want to write about a recent event
In 1846 Hans Christian Andersen wrote The Little Match Seller (also known as The Little Match Girl). His short story was only 1000 words long but it has endured, like good stories do. Although it still has
She stares at her clenched hand. Seven. Gotta get seven. She unfolds her fingers. ‘One. Two. Three.’ Need seven. Gotta ‘ave seven. ‘Four. Five.’ She stops counting. Five? Thought I ‘ad six! She digs her free
I first saw Pam back in February 2007. She was shuffling down Old Compton Street, like something from Beatrix Potter, eyes scanning left and right, a half smoked fag in one hand, plastic bag in the other –
11am. I’m in the little coffee shop on the corner of Old Compton Street and Frith Street, writing in my notebook. It’s quiet inside; a couple of queens gossiping by the window, an elderly man in the corner reading
Leslie’s finger, long, delicate and recently manicured, moved along the page, line by line, with surprising speed, the speed suggesting that he wasn’t really taking in what was being read at all. Which was true. He wasn’t. And
Wake up. Rub my eyes. Open them. Where am I? Who am I? What day is this? Slowly take in the room; the collection of Jonathan Adler vases above the armoire, the tortoiseshell jewellry box on the
Strictly make you scream? Top Gear makes your want throw your tinsel at the TV in rage, then at 7pm click below to hear Marlene Dietrich – Beyond Top Hat and Tails – a radio documentary about why
Tube Diary: 1st October On the way home from a book reading with guests Immodesty Blaize, Radcliffe Royds and hostess with the mostest, Damian Barr. I was on last, necked a vodka and coke just before, so went on bursting
Here I am sharing the stage with the husband (making his stage debut and getting all the laughs) at one of Damian Barr‘s fab Shoreditch House Literary Salon events (this one promoting the Soho Stories app). Click here
Soho Athletic gym. 7:15pm. There’s hardly anyone around. The café bar is empty. The only sound, the receptionist washing glasses, the manager ringing up till receipts and the distant sound of club music floating through the gym. I
Tube Dairy: 1st September Empty platform. Glance at myself in the corridor mirror. Hmmm. Not too bad. Train arrives. No seats. Oh well. Lean on the half-seat by the door. I’ve got 20 minutes to get to the
I’ll be reading a spooky Soho story here in November. It’s only £5 for a whole night of stories. Come along! All proceeds to a cancer charity. Click here