Now I know in lockdown, I should be practising for the show one way or another. As I will soon be panicking once a performance rears its head and I can’t remember a word of it. I will then go into that familiar self-pity wailing, why didn’t I go through it at least once a week? …
When I first thought of this title, I knew it was the right one when I started to debate it in my head. So, after I debated in my head for a bit. I thought it was then time to debate it with you lot. Out here in cyber space. What does Disco Minge mean? …
When you were a new-born, life was different then. My arms would hold you tight,Sometimes hours on end.I remember singing softly, So only you could hear.It always got your attention.Sometimes, stopping any tears. As my heart grew bigger,I never wanted you to fear.Anything in life, that may suddenly appear.Sometimes, I would watch you,holding your little hand.And …
My earliest memories of performing was in my nan’s front room singing into a reel to reel recorder. At the age of four, this absolutely fascinated me. How could my voice come out of me and then come out of this box of tricks? I would watch the reels go round creaking and shuffling louder …
Sometimes you can’t think too much about what has to be done, you just have to do it. That’s exactly how I am about to approach this blog. Who knew not keeping up with posts would cause so much guilt and stress? I can hear my mums voice now in her soft Irish accent, “Jesus, …
Aching limbs that would not go, yet you carried a smile that never said no. An inspiration to everyone you met. There was a quality about you, no one could forget. In your company, laughter always came. We are sure there are moments that will never be the same. But this is not how you …
Memorable outfits, we’ve all had them right? You know that ensemble you never quite got right. Well it turns out, looking back and a quick chat with my little sister, I had quite a few. The reason why I am thinking about it now, is because I never had to worry about my body temperature. …
This is a story I wrote when I was twenty three. So funny to look back at it now, to think I thought I knew what a hot flush was…… Doris Sharpe pushed her way on to the train through the early morning commuters. “Excuse me, please” she muttered as she wrenched her arm free …
In more ways than one… In the show Her and the Change in Me, I talk about how my journey started in performing. Without giving any spoilers away, it started around seven years ago. I received a phone call from BBC Eastenders set to supply a beer tap and a keg for the night club. …
This is the second time I have written and performed a one woman show. My first show was called Red Hat No Nickers telling the life story of Dolly Slatemen. It is something I will go back to as I feel I haven’t quite finished it, a bit like when you’ve started a book and never …
