It is my pleasure to inform you that, with my collaborator Olga Macrinici, we received funding to work on our drag personas! So Janusz,...

Friends, foes and fiends! I am coming to Birmingham to scratch my play, Five Dresses I Never Wear at the wonderful Bedlam Festival. 7 pm,...

Neither, the absurdist improv duo consisting of Rita Suszek and Roderick Millar, will play an online gig in a week's time! Tune in to The...

Hey, lovely people! I have been confirmed to teach a guest class at The Maydays studio in Brighton. It will be a class focusing on coming...

This Friday! Live-streamed on The Nursery's Facebook! You'll have a chance to see me make-up some singing :) 7:30 pm BST, link here .

I’ve been telling everyone that I’m going to write about trauma in improv, like writing is going out of style. The truth is that I don’t...

Recently Rhymes With Orange poetry collective, of which I am part of, had an eighth birthday party. I had a five minute slot in it and...

Before I say anything else at all: SILENCE IS VIOLENCE. White allies, we must support the Black Community. Here is a petition to include...

Hello again. I’ve been gone. And now I’m back. And this is about the kind of blog this is going to be. I know that some of you originally...

Day 30 of NaPoWriMo. It’s been an adventure! I’m so happy to have done it. Such a great way of creating and sustaining a practice. Of...

For though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer. Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, [For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry] Christopher Smart...

what you put in the pot to cook and eat makes you. you, the cook. you, the pot, too. some days you’ll eat rot. sprinkle cheap salt,...

Apples and Snakes prompted on Twitter to talk about my age and this happened: 33. I don’t know how to birthday. 30th was kind of...

Is Twitter real life or is it fantasy I don’t know, but I found meaning today in a thread of Cate Blanchett wearing a suit. dove gray,...

box set I’m sad today – that’s not quite true I was sad before now I’m catching up on sadness of yore. cookies I want to make cookies...

climb up my spine like dread but with your tongue, melt it up my chest, a spiral staircase take me on a journey of myself as you glide...

I know how this goes Social media – a slippery slope Lots of information, keeps you on your toes I know how this goes I know how this...

I’m tired. Have started several (so many!) poetry pieces that I can’t finish today. So here’s my poem and I’m going to switch creative...

today I’m writing a thing. I’m asking noone, today, I’m writing, my thing, noone allowed me – today, I asked zero people’s permission to...

I used the different prompts today and they all came back to the same love story *throws hands up* when Shakespeare was concerned you...