A Sense of Purpose

In one exchange with hissy fit Hannah, she of the perfectly poised potty mouth, I was blundering my way through the Madness of King George and my off kilter timing was causing her to explode once again. Her script had been thrown to the ground and the papers lay scattered. She was ramrod stiff and […]

The Asylum of the Grotesque

“Why don’t you try to love me the way that I love you?” – Paula “Perhaps if you just tried you could find a better way to something deeper and more substantial.” – Kate “I know it is within you, it has to be, all you need is to embrace it and place your trust […]

A Lack of Support

We don’t provide support. We are too concerned with ourselves and our daily hunt for the fuel that we need to be concerned about you. We are engrossed in our own world and have no interest in yours. The only time we pay attention to you is when you are providing us with fuel or […]

The Tallest of Poppies

I am well used to suffering the jealous behaviour of others as a consequence of their resentment arising from my brilliance. No matter how inclusive and charming I may be there are always some who suffer from the politics of envy. If I understood what sympathy really was I suppose I might have some for […]