Strength Weekly

Strength Weekly contains posts and articles that deal for the most part with the idea of performance as behaviour we can’t avoid, at any level.

The site has been down for several months, during which time parts of its digital core became obsolete and had to be replaced. As a result I decided a nose to tail refurb was in order and this is what you see before you.

In addition to posts and articles, there is an abundance of archive material relating to past and recent writings and image work.

I’ve written for live performance, film and TV; as a journalist for magazines and newspapers; as a composer of online text and image entertainments and for myself as a live presenter of such bar and club-based events as David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites. I’ve written a lot of performance scripts, particularly for Lumiere & Son Theatre Company, for which I was a co-founder and director alongside Hilary Westlake. On the whole Hilary directed them and I wrote them. Over the last few years I’ve also directed some of my own scripts. I wrote a novel a while ago. I lecture at the University of the Arts London, on the Wimbledon College of Arts campus.


Strength Weekly

Strength Weekly contains posts and articles that deal for the most part with the idea of performance as behaviour we can’t avoid, at any level. The site has been down for several months, during which time parts of its digital core became obsolete and had to be replaced. As a result I decided a nose…

You Got This

A Preface to You Got This The phrase ‘You Got This’ can be stressed in several ways, including ‘You Got This’ and ‘You Got This’. In the first case it may be used when, as the meme-collecting website Saying Images enquires, ‘(have you) Got some friends going through a rough time or know people who…

The Falls

In those days Princess Margaret of the Royal Family would walk about unconcernedly with just one bodyguard, that’s probably him at the back, and she would go to the shops or have a cup of tea somewhere. You’d see her around and some people would say “Good Morning Princess” and she would smile briefly. When…

Street Peeve

A guy crosses the road causing a passing car to brake hard. The driver jumps out and dashes towards the guy, who is now on the path. I can’t hear what they’re saying through the plate glass but the driver, who is wiry and jumpy, is clearly asking the guy if he wants some. The…

It Has Always Been There

In a bed at night in a Paris hotel a few decades ago I could hear a couple of men talking in the corridor. I thought they were speaking English but I realised it was another language, one that did not even resemble English. I was hearing clear snatches of English though, and I continued…

Fare

I went to this hippy fair in my home town not too far from here the other day. I had been there before a couple of times and had quite enjoyed it: my daughters liked very much the food and the jewellery from tents and stalls; I liked drinking cool ales on grass; there was…

Thoughtless

I do not have an inner voice. I found this out by reading about mind exercises designed to stop you thinking, I found I did not have a voice to stop. I checked and tested some people and found they do have a voice and I was different. I have a reputation for just blurting…

Shorts in June

There are many reasons why I like the very short stories of Lydia Davis. The most workaday reason is that it is possible to completely finish to finish completely as many as, say, six eight or ten in a journey. The kind of short journey about which I am thinking. On the bus, on the…

Piano Dreams

One thing Lydia Davis does in her very short stories is to append, after some stories, in lower case italics, the word ‘dream’. This instantly dilutes the preceding text insofar as it suggests that whatever happened in that text wouldn’t happen. Very few things in texts would happen. On the other hand many things that…

Inner Life Option

I suppose one reason I’m not keen on Lydia Davis appending the word ‘dream’ to some of her very short stories is that as soon as I see the word I start wondering what the story is telling me about Lydia Davis – what she’s like, her appetites and fears. Taking up an amateur psychoanalytical…