This was my third film, but I tell everybody it was my first. It got shortlisted for the BBC New Talent Filmmakers Award in 2004. It was then selected to tour cinemas nationwide in 2005 as part of the Independent Cinema Office’s BEST OF BRITISH programme. Not bad for a first film!
16/08/04 – Portobello Film Festival
18/11/04 – Brief Encounters
01/12/04 – Portobello Day of the Documentary
Spring 2005 – On tour as part of the ICO’s Best of British programme
27/04/05 – 09/05/05 – Short Circuits screenings.
19/05/05 – Corta! International Short Film Festival, Portugal.
25/08/05 – Troma Fling in Edinburgh.
25/08/05 – Final Cut, Brighton.
The first English moon landing goes a bit skew whiff. Written, directed and performed by some chancer with a space suit.
Winner of Special Mention award DepicT! 2007.
Official selection at:
Toronto International Comedy Short Film Festival 2007.
BBC Film Network’s New British Talent programme 2008.
Reading & Leeds Festival 2008.
onedotzero festival 2008.
London Short Film Festival 2008.
Sci-Fi-London Festival 2008.
Not braggin, just truthin.
Coming February 2011. Grass issue 4 and the return of Hughes + Harris to Peg Powler gallery. Hughes is currently lobbing daily artbombs at me like he’s Lt-Col. Kilgore and I’m a clump of Vietnamese trees, so it’s on. Oh, it’s on.
This February, on the first floor of Stockton’s Arc, the splendid Mr Garrett and Miss Little of Peg Powler Gallery start curating an art space. Their first exhibition? ‘Words’ – a group show featuring; James Harris, David B (of ‘The Modern Lonely’), Michael Duckett, Amy Williams, AJ Garrett, Elle Green. Paintings by Ex-Pink Grease- Stuart Faulkner plus a solo show by: Alyson Agar. The Peg Powler Permanent Collection will be displayed from February to April.
They’re framing my A-Z of Writing. Fancy!
My favourite song off Plastic Beach, and hey, who couldn’t do with a bathful of beer right now?
I know, I know, that’s three music videos off youtube in a row. What the hell kind of blog is this? A videos off youtube blog? No, no, no. New stuff soon, I promise x.
I’m in an indecipherably Icelandic mood.
…the show you can’t not see!
The what now? The Uninvisibles! A group of eight writer/performers doing a sketch show in Edinburgh this year, innit. (And man, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to come up with a name for a group when there’s eight of you. It’s like getting a crate of kittens to, well, come up with a not-rubbish name for a sketch group. The kittens chose well, I think.)
The Uninvisibles are: Gary Skipper, Phil Tipper, Chris Stanners, Graham Lee, Hayley Ellis, Kathy Eastham, Kahn Johnson and me. All are lovely too, kind, generous and funny and with good skin care routines. All of us are writing and performing, and working out dance routines and sewing our own costumes.
We’ve been rehearsing fairly regularly, in a cold room above a pub in Leeds, and I’m pretty excited by the whole thing. The writing is sharp and varied, and it’s always amazing to see stuff you’ve written take life in front of you. And the pub does brilliant chips.
There’s a real sense of ambition, not career-ambition but ambition as to what a live sketch show can be. Funny, hopefully. But also varied. A comedy concerto as Mr Tipper put it, which sounds like it should mean something, doesn’t it? Something good. So that’s what we’re going to try and do. Something good.
The Uninvisibles: trying to do something good. Hmm… we might not put that on the poster…
New prequels coming soooooon*:
Honey, The Kids Are Still Fine.
The Night Of The Living.
The Italian Jobseekers.
O Brother Why Don’t Thou Leave Me Alone?
Where’s Red October? Oh, Wait, There It Is. Panic Over.
All The Days Before The Day The Earth Stood Still, When The Earth Didn’t Stand Still.
Average-Looking In A Range Of Colours.
although for sheer pointlessness none of them could beat
The Phantom Menace
Eh? Eh? Am I right? Eh? See what I did there…
*not really, they are just jokes.