There are a few things that are bound to strike terror into any right-thinking mind: workshop, feminist physical theatre collective, Richard Littlejohn – and camping. All of these are things which I have viewed with a combination of suspicion and terror for a while now, but I am now ready to reassess one of them [...]
Archive for May, 2009
Le Camping
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Camping, Family, Holiday on May 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Offski Pops
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "Duet for One", Family, Henry Goodman, Juliet Stevenson, Madame de Sade, Me As A Protestant, Mishima, Shakespeare, The Bridge Project, Wife on May 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Ah, Holiday! Is there a better feeling? Wife and I and the children leave for France tomorrow, to spend half-term recovering from a non-stop schedule of shoots (in her case) and too many conversations of the “Is it “Intelligence” or “Wisdom”?” variety in my case. I am also looking to recover from the draining effects [...]
Creativity and Collaboration
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Advertising, Advertising Agency, Advertising Planning, Creativity, Singapore, Woody Allen in Robert de Niro's Body Creative Director on May 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am at the start of what I think is going to be a very long process of writing a book on the above idea. I’m looking at collaborations between partners in diverse fields, hoping to identify a series of common principles or even practices that can be imported into any situation where creativity is [...]
The Circus
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Circus, Family, Photography, Wife on May 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Fresh (if that is the word) from “Madame de Sade”, I went (this time en famille) to another theatrical venue: the circus. I used to love the circus when I was little – back in those days when (certainly my own) moral concerns over the ethics of performing animals were a little less convoluted than [...]
Father to a 3p.m. Girl
Posted in Uncategorized on May 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
There is a noxious bunch of Harpies (or perhaps they are no more, in which case my tense usage needs happy revisiting) called The 3am Girls who work for one of Britain’s grimier tabloids. Their task is to trip up celebrities (or other fodder), prising secrets from them – or, more likely, simply making them [...]
