Lockdown costs…

  A big lockdown breakthrough this week when finally, an online gig came off. Lots of enquiries to date – to which I have always said ‘yes’ and without needing to check my diary! But this enquiry firms up. The agent calls – ‘Dom, this gig’s on. Get your shit together.’ A twenty minutes slot…

Maybe stick to writing blogs…

What I do for a living is certainly unusual. Phrases I have heard over the years include… I couldn’t/wouldn’t do your job. Your job is my worst nightmare. And finally – a phrase which can be misconstrued by sensitive/creative types and particularly so if heard after a show… Why do you do your job? However,…

Lockdown upsides…

A return to my local hospital this week – not because I am ill but to deliver food for the staff – and I dare I say it, but more cakes and muffins than govt guidelines on obesity might approve of. That said, I am part of a wholesome and warm endeavour which I am…

My mission impossible…

How’s your reading? A silly question perhaps, given that you’re reading this. Therefore, I presume your reading is fine or at least, good enough to read my stuff. By reading, what I mean is, how is your reading out loud? Because it turns out that mine is not great. It might even be hopeless and…