There's a running joke where I work that I'm always cramming in twelve things every evening and fifty in a weekend. My colleagues roll their eyes like: what ridiculous schedule of events do you have planned this evening?
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On Saturday afternoon, I was lying in my garden in a deckchair. The sky was blue, there was a gentle breeze, everything smelled of suncream and warmth
A few years ago, we made some friends because they used to go to my wife's pop-up cafe, and we'd always end up talking over the coffee urn until it got to the point where we realised we should probably all go for a drink rather than have tiny pieces of conversations while Jo and I were serving flapjacks to the public.
Bank Holidays carry a weight of pressure. You have to be DOING something, you have to be USING your time. If you're lucky enough to not work on Bank Holidays, that is, and shout out to any of you who had to work this weekend.
An exciting one-off film night is coming to Leigh on Sea with a screening of documentary Being Frank, about cult comedy character Frank Sidebottom, and a Q&A with its Director, Steve Sullivan.
Readers, I've been suffering from insomnia. Well, it's been a weird one. I've been able to GET to sleep, but then my neighbours go to bed directly above us and they have the creakiest floorboards known to mankind
The Picture of Dorian Gray at the Palace Theatre begins with a sparse set of distressed walls and decayed decor, and we go straight into dialogue that's, of course, Oscar Wilde - so it's peppy, zingy and immediately compelling
Many of you reading this will already have seen Create98 on the Broadway; a creative space that hosts a multitude of workshops from painting and crochet to poetry and cooking.
At the weekend I visited the Subcultures exhibition at Southend's Beecroft Gallery, part of the brilliant Southend Museums. A collection of photography, fashion and memorabilia, it charts Southend's subcultures past and present, from mods and punks to teddy boys, goths, and more recent scenes like Junk Club.
Last week, Jo and I were invited to perform at True Stories Live at Norwich Arts Centre, a night of (yes you've guessed it) true storytelling.
Well, dear readers, the badgers are back. Last year I spent a small fortune creating a fortress in my garden and lo, the stripey crims of Leigh-on-Sea are back and causing havoc!
Well, January is almost over and well done to all of you that have resisted the temptation to drink booze as part of Dry January.
Hello, readers, and a Happy New Year to you! I hope you are rested, full of good intentions, and enjoying cocktails which I miss because I'm doing Dry Jan.
Damp moss, mince pies, and a buzz of anticipation... Last week my colleagues, assorted colleague-mums and I all squished into Scent florist in Leigh after work to get festively crafty.
The cynics among you will joke about Leigh being voted 'Happiest Place to Live' by property website Rightmove, but I can't help but like the fact we've been given the accolade.
Our baby is fifteen years old. No, you're not going mad. My wife and I haven't been hiding a secret child from you all for the past decade and a half. Sundown Arts, the arts organisation that we both run, is 15 this week.
I've had such a Leigh-on-Sea week, dear friends. Last week I attended Clay Club in The Old Foundry, or what used to be The Lynn Tait Gallery.
Sunday night. It was cold - not bone-chilling proper winter cold, but still chilly. We were in layers. So many layers - leggings under my jeans, big socks under my boots, a top AND a jumper AND my big coat and scarf. Woolly hat, my Mum's hand crocheted fingerless gloves.
I was reading an article on the history of trick-or-treating (hey, it's Halloween week) and it stated that "The British hate Halloween." It read "In 2006, a survey found that over half of British homeowners turn off their lights and pretend not to be home on Halloween...