In which you can come to a tunnel, meet an owl and maybe win a shiny rock!
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In which you can come to a tunnel, meet an owl and maybe win a shiny rock!
www.eventbrite.com/e/stolas-tic...
15 years since that challenge was offered and I am still not able to perform inside of a whale.
I can't help but feel every single issue I have would be resolved with a whale performance.
The Panama Canal.
I will not be showing my workings.
To be fair, it is fun to ruin the vibes of a picnic by screaming "LET US PLAY A GAME OF RIDDLES."
Same feeling as when people want to play boardgames and, no, we are playing parlour games.
We are Hunting the Slipper and then a round of ARE YOU THERE MORIARTY!?
Then someone shoots the butler. LARKS!
40K fans. Settle a ponder for me.
As a Space Marine, is it heresy to say you would like to give the Emperor a little kiss?
Or is it Heresy to NOT want to give the God Emperor a tiny peck?
Yeah maybe we should worry about corrupting our river spirits?
Maybe?
SEA IS FINE THOUGH. SOMETIMES SHE JUST OOZES SLUDGE.
Another one of my short plays has been published.
And it's a Christmas play!
....SEASONAL!
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You know how it goes. Nice Spring day and a young man's thoughts turn to flags.
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A lovely article on supporting @_voidspace_zine
Maybe coming to see ME!? Sunday 11am
(Also admire the number of pics I pop into in this article!)
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It is press night at Gatsby.
So many fine folks in feathers and suits and posing on the vintage car
And me in my Sensible Jumper and Sturdy Shoes skulking along the red carpet.
I am enjoying the bizarre music choice before the immersive War of the Worlds.
I hope it continues.
"This is the rout of mankind. The Earth belongs to the Martians."
Mmmbop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Occurrences at Suitcase Show:
*Someone announced he knew my demonic name and got it very wrong.
* Won a human's name and then gave it as a prize. Began a chain of name swaps
* WHAT’S THE TIME MR OWL!?
* A podcast
* I got married.
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Mr Suitcase was delighted to offer both curses and shiny rocks as part of @colabtheatre's venue launch.
There were boons, there were measurements of my legs, there was WHAT’S THE TIME MR OWL.
And also there were folks who literally were just there for the wings.
I'm grateful to the trio of Chris Hislop, Rebecca Hare, and Thomas Jancis (@kafkin.bsky.social) for creating such a dramatic gut-punch of story.
If you love doomed romance and undeathbed confessions of eternal love, this adventure is for you!
Happy Valentine's Day!
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Even Great Princes of the Hells have to take the train.
(Many thanks to those who came to S(t)OLAS. ALSO many curses and rocks.)
@_voidspace_zine
This week’s #immersive review rundown features two live events in London, the Napoleon of Crime, and a bravura symphonic performance in #VR — from you, no less.
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@kafkin.bsky.social you might know who.
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Pictured: my legs.
Most recently seen dancing with Natalie Palamides in "the cluuuub' in 'WEER' at @sohotheatre.bsky.social
Go if you can!
So @WinterNatters informed me that those born on Christmas Day cannot behold the supernatural.
We have deduced Noel Edmonds used his combination Birthday Christmas wish to behold a supernatural being.
And thus a pink and yellow creature smashed down a wall shrieking BLOBBY!
The Excavation of Hob's Barrow is a whopping 40% off in the #SteamScream sale! 💀⛏️🩸
Spooky season is the perfect time to enjoy our folk horror adventure set on the moors of Northern England. The answers lie in the soil...
I am single, ready to mingle AND to then have to go to Paris to start the Surrealism movement.
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starbucks barista: order for cathy lou
cthulhu: (visibly incensed) i guess that's me
Tannoy: Apologies for us leaving Guilford a little late.
Believe it or not, someone was leaning against the train in order to do up their shoelace.
We will try and make up the time.
Dad: You could buy a Nebuchadnezzar of champagne.
Me: Or a Cask.
Mum: No Thomas.
Me: There is a good one. I can show you.
Mum: No Thomas.
Me: It’s just in the basement. Oh let me show you.
Dad: Is Nebuchadnezzar the biggest?
Me: Yes. WHY WON'T YOU COME INTO THE CRYPT!?
10 years since I started at Central doing my MA.
YOU CAN PUT ME ON THE STAIRS AT ANY TIME.
(I might have added myself as performance art one time. Might have.)
I am saving this moment to flash back to in 2094.
Me in my armchair slowly whispering "Too. Old. To. Tweedy."
And a single tear trickles down my wrinkled cheek.
7 years ago I waved Matt Fletcher off as he walked out of Edinburgh.
Today I saw him return with a new spade.
On the anniversary of the Moon landing, thinking about the crew of Apollo 11 looking at the lunar mountains and craters.
Buzz: There's a big mother over here, too.
Collins: Come on now, Buzz, don't refer to them as big mothers. Give them some scientific name.
A man just walked past the Dimenson 20 crowd holding a small "JESUS" sign.
Quick heads up: JESUS.
(He is a Canon character in D20 lore.)
Maybe he saw all the Tieflings and was like "Now is my time."
Or he is doing a very laidback cosplay.
It was a good time that the drunken old men chose me as the offical answerer after the Dimenson 20 show.
DOM: WHY ARE THERE GREEN PEOPLE AND DEVIL GIRLS?
ME: It’s a role-playing thing.
DOM: Like sex?
ME: No? There are dice and it's improvisation an- oh you vomited into your pint.
