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I am, amongst other things, a TV Producer and writer. My novel ‘Pavement’, published by Cutting Edge Press, is a dark, gruesome, funny and dystopian story of a disabled serial killer. My blog attempts to illuminate the delightful, dark and dangerous thing that is the tunnel of life... Where's my torch?
Election Fever – like Ebola but more fatal
18 May 2015
So, we recently had an election, in case anybody missed it, and I nearly did. The result was mind numbingly predictable the Tories won in England and the SNP in Scotland and nobody has any idea what happened in Wales. I see much moaning and wailing about the outcome and what it means for disabled people; the thing is it doesn’t mean much. It will be business as usual under a Tory government. Labour espoused much the same welfare and arts policies as the Tories (not to mention...
Comic book Crips
18 June 2015
I watched a "kerpow" of Superhero movies the other night, mainly because I just didn’t fancy another evening of Francis Bacon and Foucault. That’s the way I roll, sublime to ridiculous in less than 24 hours. I noticed a few things about the superhero movies. It’s something that has long bugged me and now I’m going to bug you with it as well. A handsome white male billionaire, in a Batsuit dispensing summary justice across a city according to his own value...
Disabled is the new able
30 September 2015
I was at the Edinburgh festival this year. I sat on a panel entitled ‘Disability a creative advantage’ which was a fun bit of rhetorical cant. But, the thing that struck me most was the presence of disability; it was everywhere, it’s like a new ‘art’ fashion. Will there be lines of clothing? Will, “Top Shop cripples,” “Mongs’ at Muji” and “Spazridges” be all the rage? Wheelchairs shall replace Penny...
The sight of one hand clapping...
14 March 2016
There has been a long transit between this blog and my last. The reasons are many and varied. I’m in the last throes of completing a Dispatches programme for Channel Four, it is a demanding taskmaster, the last area of television in which you must be factually accurate a difficult thing to achieve in any arena. Facts are like eels, slippery and cunning, hard to pin down. You may want to watch if you have a passing 30 minutes and a television set (or a computer). The subject matter...