Professional Armour


So again I’ve been reminded that I’m ‘scary’. In theatre I can be very scary indeed in the face of inadequacy and incompetence, and this is fine and I will not apologise for it.  If you do your job badly, and you are threatening to break the show, then do …

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Trust Da Man


For a month last year, my Medic Mate lived in my flat, and it was lovely.  We had paella; we went on adventures on her one-day-off-every-two-weeks, we consumed obscene quantities of peas; and in the evening, she’d tell me about work. “The nurses!” she exclaimed.  “Oh but, you know what, …

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In Praise of…. Spirited Away


I cry.  Every time.  I just do.  Sorry.  It takes a lot to make me cry; traditionally my only three triggers are the lunar landings (because: man on the moon!), the fall of the Berlin Wall (seriously!!) and, yes, the Lion King. But Spirited Away makes me cry too.  In …

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Shiny Shiny New New


I have a shiny new blog!  Well, no, it’s still THIS blog, but we (rather, the amazing Felice at Orbit) have been playing around with the layout and that to make it shinier.  There’s now a whole twitter widget thing if you want to follow me without actually committing tweets, …

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What Is Normal?

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It was a question that first popped into my head while writing Touch.  The narrator, Kepler, jumps from body to body, never accessing the body’s memories as it does so, and on arrival will frequently complain.  ‘This guy is short-sighed but doesn’t have spectacles; she’s got flat feet but doesn’t …

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