Update as of 28th February 2011

Knee deep in rehearsals for Our Style is Legendary and having the time of my life. Dream come true, emotional times.

Make sure you come and see it won't you?

And even chronic food poisoning bought on by poorly cooked wild boar cannot spoil the fact that I'm on American TV for like the 5th year running, hopefully off to Australia to do some acting come Summer and wedding plans are dovetailing nicely.

Sweet as.

Until the next time, I'll leave you with some Charles Bradley who is rocking my world at the mo with his deep soul.

Serious.

Cloud Nothings: Feeling Nothing

Fuck this malaise, feeling a bit blue for like no fucking reason whatsoever, life is good.

I reckon it's because I'm in limbo but also lacking direction, frustrating stuff when you set the bar so high.

I also got let down today.

I'm a douche-bag.

Maybe.

Anyways...

Me as a Cuckoo (Acting in the Ukraine)

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Living the dream.

More images and footage as and when I get them.

A Letter in the Economist About Pubs...

SIR-Around 40 years ago some friends and I wandered into a small pub in Birstall, West Yorkshire. After enjoying the local bitter, we made the mistake of asking the elderly landlady whether we could have some crisps. She looked at us askance and tersely replied,

"This is a pub, not a bloody restaurant."

Those were the days.

BILL CATLEY
Hong Kong

I Saw This And Thought of You, Part 875

Sorry, it's Been A While...

I was mopping the kitchen after the engineer who came to service the boiler had left mucky footprints all over and I thought to myself I should really get back to blogging, so here I am, after a lengthy but genuine hiatus.

It really has been a while but I've had good reason.

As I said right here, I was busy touring with the excellent Full Body & The Voice, playing the character of Dr. Erich in the incredible "Hypothermia"; blessed with a fine cast of wonderful actors and that didn't finish until the 7th November.

I was lucky enough to come straight back to more filming for the BBC and reprising my comedy creation Kirky, the HD Hunter before embarking on a short film set in the wilds of South London, preparing a showcase at the Soho Theatre and, of course, juggling the organisation for the two biggest events in my life to date: my wedding to Eva-Jane and the debut of my play "Our Style is Legendary"

Phew.

But here I am, back in full blog effect...well, until I get utterly snowed under again.

Here we go, hold on tight!

Back From Aruba!

I am back from Aruba and it was paradise.

Naturally, blogging will be light for a long while for too many wonderful reasons to mention...the main one being I asked Eva-Jane to marry me and she said yes!

Much to do and we are very tired...

Full debrief coming at you very soon.

Off To Aruba!

On me hols.

No blog posts for two weeks but there might by a Tweet or two.

Peace.

God is Imaginary

God is imaginary.

I think I've just found my new favourite website.

It makes for pretty awesome reading and provides me with extra ammunition for any debates I engage in with uppity religious types.

Get into it now.

Very Busy Doing Pinter

To clarify, 'doing' as in immersed in a four-day intensive acting workshop on one of the greatest writers of all time, with the man who knew him the best and is the nearest you can get to Pinter now the legend is sadly dead; not 'doing' as in some sick sex act with the aforementioned legendary writer.

However, I can leave you with this in the meantime...

All the best to you!

Fuck This Guy

I love this photo.

Bravo that man.

I can't stand bigots, may they be ridiculed wherever they are found.

And we all know that if there is a God, he or she will most definitely hate homophobes, bigots and the prejudiced.

Have a good Wednesday...what's left of it that is.

Twitter Still Sucks Ass But...

I'm on it!

Oh the shame of it!

Oh the pure hypocrisy!

Look, before you pass judgement on me, the reason for signing up was two fold:

1) I started to worry that some Internet stalker nob would create a Twitter account in my name and be a douchebag, so I went and did a baggsy before any web-ponce could. Which I think is fair.

2) I had to get in contact with Notts rapper Wariko and the only way I could do so was through his Twitter. Hence my starting up of an account.

Shamefully, I found myself, for want of anything else to do, tweeting about eating wasabi nuts.

I do solemnly swear to only make tweets about non-tedious stuff from now on in.

You get me?

Disfigured Conservative Election Posters

This post does exactly what is says on the tin.

Have a good weekend ya'll.

PS: my favourite is the one with George Osborne having a massive cock hanging off of his head, matched with a Hitler tache. Textbook.

The iPhone Sucks Ass

Seriously people, it is nowhere near the best mobile phone out there, you are buying heavily into the brand, a great brand but a huge smokescreen that covers up a pretty dire product.

This incredible video sums it up perfectly...



You feel me?

Old School, You Know The Rules

Have a sweet weekend.

Peace and I'm out!

I Saw This and Thought of You, Part 425

When will the Christian bigots realise that their silly Jesus has more pressing concerns then whether someone is gay or not.

The poor sod is fighting for his very life

She-Pee

I kid you not, a device had been invented to enable women to piddle stood up and thus, defeat the phallocentric hegemonic oppression of visiting the latrines. HOORAH!!! UP THE WOMEN!!!

It is called the She-Pee or She-Wee or a whole host of other urine based catchy titles, that mix terms for piss and the word she, or fem, or lady. Cool.

Eva-Jane and I were at first a little confused as to how it would work, basically, it's a piss funnel that replicates a penis. You can purchase one to keep, which strikes me as a little unsanitary, or buy a whole host of disposable ones.

If you're not clear how to use it, there is a handy guide below.

The things people come up with.

Utter genius.

I Read Some Marx (And I Liked It)

Hat-tip to Phil at A Very Public Sociologist for this amusing wee video, although to be clear, when I read some Marx, I was less then impressed with it.

DHG Showreel Redux

Eva-Jane, in all her beautiful wonder, has re-jigged my showreel to include snippets of Kirky and my role in My Last Five Girlfriends, as well as few other odds and sods.

There is more up and coming work I've done that will have to find a home in there but more on that later on.

Gold in Your Eye (an Excerpt From a Bukowski Poem)

this poem is for those who think that
a man can only be a creative
genius
at the very
edge
even though they never had the
guts to
try it.