Today’s official prompt of using a Shakespearian insult or even those from Skeletor just didn’t sit right with me. Not when I’ve got a rich history of inventive and highly personalised barbs. When you mix two parts wrestling fan with five parts Mancunian you’re guaranteed a silver tongue that can shimmer as brightly as it’s slices are deadly.
So here’s a story from September 2007 on the 216 bus when an interloper was unclear which of my companions he was referring to.
First off, let me apologise for not updating the website in awhile. I’ve been more active creatively in the past year than I probably have been in the entire last 5 years.
I’m involved in some incredible opportunities such as Fringe Factory Films, many things with Disabled Artists Networking Community, and the Beyond program with Graeæ theatre company and Bolton Octagon.
Uni is going well. I’ve decided to major in creative writing and philosophy.
I’ve also been doing standup comedy since deciding to get into it last year and while it was a bizarre first year to choose I’ve made some excellent friends, especially those at International House of Comedy.