Oh beautiful darling Nigel, what can I say? I think you’d hate all the grief (but be secretly fucking smug at it all, or maybe want to know why you didn’t knock the Olympics off the front page), and I’ve … Continue reading
Nigel Charnock
After my opening up during the last rehearsal, today’s three-hour endurance spectacle, resting on many pages of preparatory notes and too many hours in Cibo and staring at walls – and chocolate – was one of those fortuitous ones where … Continue reading
A morning back at ADT, really for the first time in about a month, and I forgot how astounding they all are, yes they kinda terrify me just how phenomenal a dancer can be. I bumped into Gary Stewart a … Continue reading
If you’ve been reading this blog for more than six months, you’ll know in June last year I did the slightly lunatic thing of jumping on a plane to Europe with the last of my money, money intended for a … Continue reading
For the media whores who like to see their own name in the press again and again and again, or just for everyone at SiWiC who wants to know what has been said about our games, here’s another article. This … Continue reading
There were some people with cameras and others asking questions and taking notes who weren’t considering charging us with several offenses which would have left us picking up bars of soap for fat, hairy bikers and going for a ride … Continue reading
After a most refreshing dawn swim by mostly naked, mostly quite trashed dancers in a river with a moderately swift current, it was really time to go home and go to bed. Goodbyes were said, last minute attempts to score … Continue reading
It’s Monday now, and really I haven’t been home since Saturday morning, which is maybe not indicative of an average SiWiC but there was enough gossip and scandal in the last 48 hours to satisfy anyone who likes to live … Continue reading
Yes, I am hungover. What is more important than any performance is what you do after, which usually involves stripping the bar of anything worth drinking like vultures with their heads stuck in the still-warm carcass of their dead host. … Continue reading