Sunday, 28 November 2010

My name is Pinkwood, and I'm a (soft) RAWK-aholic!

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It was Friday night, and the birthday of a very close friend. The chum in question is a pretty excellent dancer, and is sweet enough to indulge my love of throwing shapes even though I have all the grace and finesse of a hobbled ostrich. With brain damage. And so it was that we found ourselves at Ultimate Power. This is a club night at the Scala in Kings Cross which plays only power ballads.

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I salute you, mysterious paragon of fist-pumping.

Yep - you read that right. They ONLY play power ballads. All night long. Big hair, reproduction inhibiting trousers, and fist pumping - good. Poise, dignity and anything which doesn't involve saying 'baaaaaaay-behhh' - bad. This isn't Guilty Pleasures. There is only one flavour and that flavour is SOFT RAWK \M/. Once you're through those doors, you're committed.

I was in frickin' HEAVEN.

I'm not sure at what point I went from smirking at Foreigner and singing along in an ironic way to eschewing the infinitely cooler charms of my i-pod to actively seek out a bit of REO Speedwagon on Youtube. It's all a bit worrying. I found myself tearing up to Journey's Faithfully at my desk the other day. Seriously - what the fudge? Even my father (purveyor of dad rock) is mildly perturbed. He's all like, "This is NOT my fault! I brought you up on Deep Purple and The Zep!"

But I'm OK with it. I am. Really, I am.

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Journey have no fucking time for your scepticism.

Two things quickly became apparent on Friday night.

Firstly, despite the fact I've been in a relationship for seven years, I'm overweight, unkempt, generally too drunk to be even slightly capable of flirtatious behaviour, and dance like a special needs ostrich, many people seem to think I could do with a good groping. On walking to the bar, a man in the cloak room queue shouted 'look at that hair' while pointing at my hair (OK, I'll give him that - it's a slightly odd colour) and then swiftly followed up with 'AND LOOK AT THOSE TITS!' at which point he proceeded to fondle my fun bags vigorously. Is that common practice? Genuine question. I fear my normalcy levels are skewed now because this shit happens to me ALL THE TIME.

Secondly (and I'm not even exaggerating) I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO NEARLY EVERY POWER BALLAD EVER WRITTEN. I realise this sounds like the hyperbolic claim of a mad woman, but I swear it's true. I literally have no clue how it is that on any given day, I can't remember whether I fed the cat or sent an important e-mail to the regional office, but I can remember every single lyric to These Dreams by Heart.

I'm afraid that roughly 79% of my brain is taken up with clich├ęd lines which I have never actively sought to learn, let alone retain for 20 years, and that this is stopping me reaching my full potential as a human being.

However, this will not stop me from going to Ultimate Power next month.


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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

The Camera Never Lies?

This short was written for and featured in Are You Sitting Comfortably? (11th Nov 2010 at Toybee studios, East London) - a night of live story telling run by the kind, welcoming, wonderful, beautiful, super-talented people at The White Rabbit.

Now available to download from Ether Books.

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

The Boy Who Lost Heart

Just a quicky (as the actress said to the bishop...)

As some of you may know, I am currently seeking representation for my first novel, The Boy Who Lost Heart. It is the first in a planned series based on the tale of the Watchers from the apocryphal Book of Enoch.

If you like your angels fallen, your sexual preferences murky, your blood spilled and your love epic, then this is the book for you! There is even a good dose of rock 'n' roll thrown in. And you can now read it IN FULL on the Harper Collins Authonomy website

The idea of the site is to get some feedback and criticism from other writers, and perhaps even have your work looked over by a Harper Collins editor. You don't have to be an Authonomy member to read, so please feel free to peruse and leave any comments for me on this post. What doesn't kill me will make me a better writer (or a bitter alcoholic) so please don't be shy.

Thanks y'all!