Amongst other things I have written three one person shows, a situation comedy, a television drama, numerous short stories as well as performance poetry; and was a finalist in the ‘Word War 2’ poetry slam event in Manchester. On the back of the award winning Trollope we entered ‘My Fitbit Called Me A Fat Bitch!’ Into the 2019 GMFringe. It played to sell out audiences and five star reviews. More recently I played a small part in the Sky TV series Brassic. And I played the character Kenny Cheadle in Yorkshire TVs Emmerdale.


Memories. All our memories are compressed. Zip filed into a bank and stored safely away. Good memories filled with pleasure and sad memories that have the power to damage us if we allow ourselves to think them too much. Some come sometimes disguised; sugar coated with niceness so we cannot resist breathing air into them, Inflating them with life. Until eventually we are overwhelmed with balloons of sadness. And no matter how happy the thought the sad far outweighs it. And no matter how sad we cannot resist the temptation to think it. We need these thoughts to be compressed. Controlled. deflated again. Post valentine blues. Give a fuck Give yourself Give time Not space Give warmth Not haste Give a monkey’s chuff Give more than enough Go out of your way If only for a day Give a shit Give a kiss Give your heart Give bliss Give a toss Give a break Give a heart shaped cake Just give a fuck.

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