Get up, stand up…

In the space of four days, I somehow went from having never tried anything anywhere near stand-up ‘comedy’, to performing two different sets during the past week.

Marc Burrows, (whose hair and life I have previously written about here) asked me a while ago if I’d join in with Geek Showoff.

If you know of or have been to Science Showoff (or Specialist Subject or Bright Club or any of Steve Cross & Co’s many excellent nights) it is like that. But geeky.

Rather than being offended at being branded with such a dweebish label, I decided that this being 2013 and the year of saying “YES” to things (or in the case, “Umm… maybe? I guess?”) I decided I would write a set about William Morris. Specifically, why I love William Morris so much and the very obvious comparisons between his life and work and my own. (See? You’re already laughing…)

As the date approached I suddenly panicked and doubted my ability to do this. Sure, it would be a friendly enough crowd on account of me bullying everybody I know in to attending. But I realised that I don’t even know how to hold a microphone. Or when to breathe. Or how long to pause (or hope) for applause for. Or how to finish. Or how to start. Our radio show has been broadcasting live since February now, but I don’t have to hold that microphone with my hands, or have bright lights shine in my eyes. I don’t have to stand up, or wonder if applause might follow what I just said. Also, if I get stuck on air, I can play a song. Which, whilst not impossible, is not as easy to do during a stand-up routine, and not terribly relevant to one about my favourite Victorian medievalist.

Sam Wong to the rescue!

Once a newcomer himself to the terrifying world of microphone stands on stages in rooms above pubs, (which by the way he conquered triumphantly), Sam had the quite frankly brilliant and equally daunting idea of hosting an open mic variety night for his birthday party.

He pleaded ENDLESSLY for anyone planning on attending to contribute any sort of act to the evening – which payed off nicely as it had been too long since I’d last seen two fully-clothed women perform a synchronized swimming routine in a Kilburn pub.

With just three days to go before Geek Showoff, I thought better of trying out my William Morris set, and read the outline of  “Johnny Cash Road Trip Logistical Analysis Adventure Story”, which is a soon-to-be video type project I have been working on. It is every bit as thrilling as it sounds.

I read through a short version of it on the radio, which you can catch in the last 10 minutes of the TRAVEL episode of Showing Up here.

When I performed it at Sam’s party though, something happened.

People LAUGHED!

People clapped!

People congratulated me once I had finished and began breathing normally again!

I decided Geek Showoff would probably be OK. As long as I didn’t confuse the two routines. Despite how much I love and know about both Johnny Cash and William Morris, I’m not sure I could convince a pub full of geeks that The Man in Black was really good at hand-woven tapestries of native plant-life.

And Geek Showoff WAS OK!

People LAUGHED!

People clapped!

People congratulated me once I had finished and began breathing normally again!

And if you really want to, you can pretend you were there and listen to this little MP3 of my performance.

The only bit that doesn’t completely work in audio I suppose is at the end when I showed off my tattoo, which is of the 1883 Morris pattern The Strawberry Thief.

If you WERE there, then thank you for coming, and laughing, and helping and advising and calming me down before and or afterwards.

I’d even be up for doing it again, perhaps.

It’s Friday I’m In Love

You may have seen me banging on about London’s original singalong night, Friday I’m In Love, on various social networks, over the past year or so.

It is difficult to explain the completely uplifting feeling I get from spending one night a month in a London club with a group of people who do not care about karaoke, or showing off under a spotlight, but just want to have a proper good sing song, a bit of a dance, and watch a really great band on stage.

I finally got to write about this awesome, unique clubbing experience in the Camden New Journal, to celebrate the night’s big move to the Purple Turtle.

Friday I'm in Love

Friday I’m in Love

Kilburn to Kensal – K2K radio

GUYS. Some brilliant stuff is happening. The fabulous Kilburn to Kensal initiative is running a lovely market, hosting all sorts of classes, courses and workshops, and best of all, will have a radio station from Feb 2013.

I WILL BE ON THAT RADIO STATION. With Juliet Stephens, who has been running the Good Ship Comedy Club for the past few years.

80% of success is showing up...

80% of success is showing up…

We’ll be hosting a weekly show, chatting about comedy, trying out material and showcasing new and local talent for two hours every Saturday. It will be called Showing Up, and you can listen to the pilot episode RIGHT NOW.

It’s got special guest Jay Foreman, some brilliant music, some music we broke, some music by Beirut and then quite a lot more by them because of the breaking I mentioned just then, and general chit-chat and jokes and scripts and funny things. Also, I phoned my dad for a bit. I hope you like it. If you don’t, we’re going to carry on anyway so it doesn’t matter that much.

A picture a day, every day.

On 14th November, the photo-taking/sharing website Dailybooth will close down, and at the end of the year, be deleted forever.

Dailybooth's email - sent with 2 days' notice.

Dailybooth’s email – sent with 2 days’ notice.

For the uninitiated, the premise of Dailybooth was brilliantly simple: Take one photo of your face, each day. Those YouTube time-lapse composites showing a man ageing as the photos from each day passes?

photo comment threads

photo comment threads

It’s that, deconstructed. But with comments. Better than that – with PHOTO comments. No ‘Follow Fridays’ or retweets. Just one quick snap of your face, every day. Or whenever you remember.

I’m no tech writer. I don’t need to detail the ins and outs of Silicon Valley, or funding, or timings, or the impact of services like Twitpic or Instagram or any of the hundreds of social picture-taking apps. I don’t even really need to sulk about the scantily-clad teens and spammers that roll around with the tumbleweeds on there now. (I sort of did though, just then, didn’t I. Woops).

Just as Twitter is different for everyone, Dailybooth was too. I had my own little corner. Away from the ‘Naked Friday’-loving tweens, the YouTube ‘celebrities’, the actual celebrities and the clique of DB operational staff, was, as Mike once said, ‘Us Oldies’. The sixth form common room. Less emotional lyrics, haircuts and midriffs, more soup recipes, pets and housework.

I used it to document and share some of the biggest things that happened to me over the past 3 years. Moving house (twice), canceling my Australian visa, relationships, friendships, changes in my job and trips away. Granted, much of this was before I joined twitter. Before the deluge of dinner Twitpics or the Facebook ‘Like’ button. Before apps blew up and before everyone had an iPhone with a forward-facing camera.

My 28th birthday on Dailybooth

My 28th birthday on Dailybooth

Like most great chunks of Internet, (and most of The Big Things In My Life) I was introduced to DB by Iain Baker, as were 2 others. Once the 3 of us were hooked, we formed a tangled web of friends, most of whom I’m so glad to say I’ve met. It is woven into every part of my social life now – from forming the framework for who I initially interacted with on twitter, to temporary staff at my place of work, to people I’ve been on holiday with.

Anyway, Dailybooth – despite the fact that you ended up a shadow of your former self, abandoned, unmoderated and unloved (even the official twitter account hasn’t updated in over a year), I wanted to say thanks. I have friends for life because of the simple idea that a picture speaks a thousand words.

So thank you, Dailybooth, and well done, Jon. What you built led me to 1 boyfriend, 2 godsons, 2 trips abroad, 3 visitors from abroad, 1 work colleague, books, dinners, good, close friends, and memories. You created something that for a while was unique and special, which we all helped to contribute to. It will remain important to me, I suspect, for the rest of my life.

The Collection Office

I had a week off from my comedy scriptwriting class, and had no homework to do. So I blew some dust off a five minute sketch I wrote a few months ago in my scruffy little notebook, about a trip to the post office.

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EXT. BUSY RESIDENTIAL STREET – DAY

Two 30-something flatmates set off purposefully from outside a North London terraced house. MEL fumbles as she stuffs some red note cards into her handbag as they walk down the street. RICH whistles as they walk beside one another.

MEL

Oh, look. That’s where we saw that lovely abandoned chair I wanted to take home last time we walked this way. Remember that lovely abandoned chair? And it was gone when we came back?

RICH

The one that was covered in cobwebs and only had three legs?

MEL

I think missing out on that chair may be my biggest regret in life.

RICH

Well my biggest regret in life is not going carol singing with Cheryl Cole

MEL

Err… what?

RICH

My biggest regret. Not going out carol singing with Cheryl Cole.

MEL

But how? When? Why were you even supposed to be going carol singing with Cheryl Cole? And what the hell could you have possibly been doing that was better?

RICH

Oh I had this mate. Photographer. Some NME thing or something. People out carol singing with Girls Aloud for a shoot.

MEL

And you missed it for…?

RICH

Don’t even remember. See? Biggest regret. Hers too, probably. Just think how much happier she could have been if she had met me instead of that footballer.

MEL

Yes. I expect she’d love a life of watching repeated Neighbours episodes whilst you sit around in your pants on a Saturday morning.

RICH

I know! I bet she does that anyway.

EXT – OUTSIDE THE POST OFFICE COLLECTION CENTRE

RICH

Oh god. Look at that queue! They’re queueing out the door. It’s doubled up! It’s a giant massive snake queue!

A lady storms out, grumbling loudly.

LADY

Incompetent arseholes

RICH

You don’t even know us!

MEL

The queue isn’t actually that long. It’s just a really small room.

RICH

Good. They can probably get both our parcels at the same time. Same address. Do you even know what yours is?

MEL

Not sure. Maybe a belated birthday present or something. Maybe some bras I ordered online.

INT. POST OFFICE.

RICH and MEL join the small queue in the small room

RICH

Bras? Postal bras?

MEL

Yes. Bras. Look, here’s the red card. Think that’s your one anyway. It just says package too large. Other one says signature needed.

RICH

Package too large, eh? I get that a lot.

An audible groan from several other people in the queue as a couple of people turn to glare at RICH

RICH

It’s right here in writing, ladies!

MEL

Good grief.

They reach the counter and MEL hands over the red collection cards to the postman

RICH

It’s probably a mistake. Your bras were probably meant to say package too large to deliver.

MEL

Oi! I… Oh. This one looks like a massive book.

MEL hands RICH the first parcel. Neither of them are paying much attention to what is being handed to them.

RICH

Probably that massive book I ordered, then.

MEL

This one definitely looks like bras. Thank you.

POSTMAN

You’re welcome. Thank you. Next customer?

MEL

Oh god – did he just… he fondled it didn’t he? When he heard me say “bra”. There was definite fondling when he passed it over to me.

EXT. OUTSIDE POST OFFICE

RICH is ripping open his parcel.

RICH

Hang on. This isn’t the book I ordered. This is A History of London’s Lost Theatres.

MEL looks disgusted as she slowly pulls out two large red men’s thongs from her parcel

MEL

Err. This is not bras.

RICH grins and excitedly snatches the underwear from MEL

RICH

Ooh! Finally!

MEL

You’re wrong in the head.

RICH

I’m even more wrong in bed.

MEL

Ewwww.

MEL rolls her eyes as they set off back home.

Re-purposed Heritage

This week, without much very fuss, fanfare, or public knowledge, The Cabinet Office announced the £60m sale of a 99-year lease for Admiralty Arch, to the private development firm responsible for the new Bvlgari Hotel in Knightsbridge (nicknamed ‘The Vulgari’ since opening).

The sale is, of course, subject to the satisfaction of various conditions, including planning permission from Westminster City Council and Listed Building Consent from English Heritage. This is part of the Government’s current scheme of vacating under-used premises. 1,070 buildings formerly used as offices or storage have been exited during 2012.

Admiralty Arch

Admiralty Arch

The Arch is Grade I listed, and was completed in 1912 as part of Aston Webb’s grand scheme for The Mall. It acts as a ceremonial gateway to the vista leading from Trafalgar Square to Buckingham Palace, the facade of which was redesigned by Webb in 1913.

The interior of the Arch was used by the Navy and the Ministry of Defence until 1994. It has provided work and residental space for various government bodies, but has never had any public spaces.

The iconic structure consists of three arches, so you could argue that the public has actually always used it. It is a dual-purpose construction, with interior and exterior functions.

The team likely to work on the interior, converting disused storage rooms in to a luxury 5* hotel with restaurants and bars, are experts who have restoration projects including The Ritz, Westminster Abbey and the V&A (another wonderful Webb building) in their portfolio between them.

Admiralty Arch is home to one of the London Noses (which you may know as the Seven Noses of Soho), and was part of the route for Olympic marathons and other processions that took place this year. I have cycled and marched under it myself, conducting a youth marching band and walking beside ex-servicemen.

Is it appropriate to re-purpose such an iconic public landmark in such an important location as an exclusive leisure complex for the super-rich? Perhaps that highlights the very essence of The Mall itself, considering it faces the Queen’s London home.

I thought it might be interesting to consider some other examples of iconic London architectural heritage in light of renewal and redevelopment:

The fate of Walthamstow Stadiumwill be decided by Boris Johnson today.

Blur Parklife

The cover of Blur’s album Parklife was shot on Walthamstow dog track

An iconic facade which illuminated the most well-used Greyhound racing track in London (and one of the easiest nightclubs to gain entry to if you happened to go to school one bus-ride away… aherm…) was used continuously from 1933 until 2008. The current proposal is for a scheme which is not considered to be commercially viable and makes no provision for social housing, or the preservation of a long history of Leisure & Employment use.

Battersea Power Station is iconic not just because of its 1930s ‘Brick Cathedral’ design and instantly-recognisable chimneys, but it is becoming considered as something of a cursed site by developers. Several previous owners have wound up bankrupt, with their proposals for student accommodation, private housing, leisure, theme parks and football grounds all yet to get anywhere close to approval or fruition. It happens to be my favourite London landmark, too.

Inside the St Pancras hotel

Inside the St Pancras hotel

The St Pancras Renaissance Hotel is a great example of what Admiralty Arch is likely to become.

The  George Gilbert Scott-designed Midland Grand opened in the 1870s and closed in the 1930s. Re-purposed as British Rail offices, it was closed on health & safety grounds in the 80s. In 2011 the current hotel was opened after extensive restoration work, and whilst a room will set you back at least £250 a night, the bars and restaurants are welcoming and generally affordable for a cocktail amidst the King’s Cross redevelopment project.

On the other side of King’s Cross station is The German Gymnasium. Built in the 1860s, is generally considered to have been the first purpose-built gym in the UK. It was designed and built by and for London’s German community, and in 1866 ran some of the first exercise classes for women. It has been restored beautifully, and now houses event space and educational exhibits about the history and redevelopment of the area.

So, perhaps a little bit of private money for a little bit of public use might not be so bad, if it keeps our landmarks standing…?

Every Goliath Has Its David

For no reason that I can explain or really think of, I made a little animated gif of Jof from The Boy Least Likely To.

He is dancing to the 2009 country disco hit, Every Goliath Has Its David.

You can help fund the new album by The Boy Least Likely To by joining in with their fun list of treats and activities on Pledge Music. I have.

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