Welcome heckles and laughter: a community tour

A re-post from Stories to Tell in the Middle of the Night after a month performing and touring. I’m in a disabled toilet in a leisure centre in the far North reaches of the city, getting changed for a performance …

What I am: Identity, privilege & listening

This is something I wrote late last year, something that took me by surprise, a need to write, while I was knee deep in another project.  On thursday I went to SICK! festival’s on the couch day at contact Manchester, where there …

And now for something completely different.

It’s been a long time-I’ve been writing other blogs (the one about Canals), making shows about Canals, touring, being Mother Xmas in a Dirty Grotto and plotting a new show…Stories to Tell in the Middle of the Night. Below is …

Sam’s Review of My Dearest Girls: The Letters Book

This is a review that Sam wrote for me on the evening I performed My Dearest Girls: The Letters Book at The Heart of Norfolk on 14th March. He showed me on the evening and then I was sent it …

Dearest Girls: Helen’s Story- a meeting on a farm in Shropshire

I’m writing about a meeting, a connection that happened on Sunday because of and as a result of the work that I have doing for My Dearest Girls: The Letters Book  a project I began last year in collaboration with Arts …

Days in the archives.

As this standardly goes, I haven’t written anything on the blog for, lets have a look- a good six months, so what you’ll find below is a rambling train of thought about recent exploits into the archives at the new …

A week (or there abouts) in Shrewsbury and beyond

Things have happened since I last wrote; The Flat has gone, it is no more, the walls ripped down, the fittings pulled out. I’ve packed away my stuff, useless stuff into a room behind one of the locked doors and …

Pigeons Dawn Chorus and a door opens

5 weeks ago, Thursday 28th March, 2013: I awake at an inappropriately late time in the afternoon to the news that I am being given notice. ‘You’re going to have to go, love, you can’t be staying here, they’ll be …

Tatton Two-The Sheep Are Still There…

I can’t say too much about the sheep. Let’s just say we came to an agreement. And that one made a noise like Dot Cotton in an intimidation attempt. Anyway… A couple of weeks ago I returned to Tatton to …

The rest of Tatton Week summary: getting eye balled by sheep.

I perhaps haven’t really explained what I’m doing; I’m working on a Hidden Histories project at Tatton Park to try to find a way to tell the stories of the servants and by contrast the family that lived on the …