I started the day with two weetabix, two rashers of smoked back, four slices of Warburtons thick white sliced, two cups of tea, a cup of coffee and a fag. Diet of Champions. Shouted at the bin-men and then signed "Mary the Virgin" for a parcel for the downstairs flat. The postman looked bemused.
Once shoe laces were tied I headed to the train station to buy a ticket for tomorrow's gig in East London and so meandered past my favourite Big Issue sellar on Cornmarket, the high street bit of Oxford. He is a comic performer and quite often as I walk up Cornmarket, he is hurling mild/moderate abuse at the stupid public. Anyway, on this occasion, three pensioner women in their early seventies were walking past the Big Issue Man and he said "Morning Girls!" to which they replied,
"Ooh, we like girls!"
"Comin' out dancin' with me tonight?" he retorted
"Oh, not sure 'bout that!" they giggled.
"POLE DANCING!" He blirted.
They strode on looking more shocked than amused. But it certainly tickled me.
Anyway, got the train tickets: not too expensive for only one day in advance. However, I always debate the point of buying a ticket for the return journey because there are never guards on the train back from Paddington after 11pm. I'm not gonna risk it this time...or am I? Answers on a postcard (of a fat, lard-white woman sprawled across a tar black beach in Torquay, please.
George's Gigs:
tomorrow
london
Saturday 24th Oct
London Poetry Systems @ The Isis Tavern, down on the river, Oxford.
Starts 6pm
Wednesday 4th November
A strange authors night
me and other people
@ The Corner Club, 16 Turl Street, Oxford
8pm upstairs.
Wednesday 11th
Cafe Tarifa, Cowley Road, Oxford
short slot
December 4th Friday
Organised by Apples & Snakes @
Queens Theatre,
Barnstaple, North Devon
8pm
...run out of sloes. Off to the Rusty Bicycle.
bye, g xx
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Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
George's Journey
FEBRUARY
Monday 2nd
"Jam On That?"
Open-Mic at the Jam Factory (Arts Centre)
near the train Station in Oxford
8pm
(trying out a small bit of new stuff )
Wednesday 4th
"Songs In The Dark"
8pm. Upstairs at The Betsey Trotwood
56 Farringdon Road,
London, EC1R 3BL.
(12 and half minutes of my best stuff)
Friday 6th
"Bingo Masters Breakout"
8pm at St Aloysius Social Club, Phoenix Road
Euston, London, NW1 1TA.
(Guest Poet and Bingo Caller)
...And no other dates set in stone until...
APRIL
Saturday 11th
Part of OXFRINGE 2009 John Hegley and Spacial Guests
(me)
7pm in The Jacqueline De Pre Building (part of St Hilda's College), bottom of High Street and Iffley Road, just off the Plain (roundabout), Oxford.
Tuesday 14th
So I won the "Utter!" Ajar Mic Competition 2008 in Camden. Part of the prize is to host my own "Utter!" night which will be on Tuesday 14th April, 2009 at The Green Note, 106 Parkway, Camden, London, NW1 7AN. 8pm start.
Featuring: John Hegley, Tim Key (and others TBC)
going to eat now.
Bye x
Monday 2nd
"Jam On That?"
Open-Mic at the Jam Factory (Arts Centre)
near the train Station in Oxford
8pm
(trying out a small bit of new stuff )
Wednesday 4th
"Songs In The Dark"
8pm. Upstairs at The Betsey Trotwood
56 Farringdon Road,
London, EC1R 3BL.
(12 and half minutes of my best stuff)
Friday 6th
"Bingo Masters Breakout"
8pm at St Aloysius Social Club, Phoenix Road
Euston, London, NW1 1TA.
(Guest Poet and Bingo Caller)
...And no other dates set in stone until...
APRIL
Saturday 11th
Part of OXFRINGE 2009 John Hegley and Spacial Guests
(me)
7pm in The Jacqueline De Pre Building (part of St Hilda's College), bottom of High Street and Iffley Road, just off the Plain (roundabout), Oxford.
Tuesday 14th
So I won the "Utter!" Ajar Mic Competition 2008 in Camden. Part of the prize is to host my own "Utter!" night which will be on Tuesday 14th April, 2009 at The Green Note, 106 Parkway, Camden, London, NW1 7AN. 8pm start.
Featuring: John Hegley, Tim Key (and others TBC)
going to eat now.
Bye x
Thursday, 16 October 2008
sausages and love
Just before you say it, I know, I know. It's almost like I'm writing a fresh blog every hour because I'm just so committed to keeping you, my adoring, stalker followers in touch with the every (bowel) movement of Charles Street's next Poet Laur...Ooh, hold on a sec. (Second passing). Arhh, that's it - nothing quite beats the refreshing, lip-smackin', thirst quenchin', great tastin', motivatin', good buzzin', cool talkin', high walkin', fast livin', ever givin', cool fizzin' slirp of a well chilled can of Carling after a sweaty slog of a shift at the sausage restaurant, that started two hours after eight hours at the SUPERmarket. Um, I don't understand why I have Irritable Fucking Bowel Syndrome, Eczema, 27 other dermatological conditions, torn clothes, a shit haircut, sore cock, a self-obsession orientated personality disorder and hypochondriacy. But all it is, is I need to do something, anything because no one apart from my best mates at i-tunes have e-mailed me and even I'm getting a little bored of watching (myself on) You Tube and of course there's absolutely bugger all on tv, so...
...oh, I'm going to bed..
[3 days later]
Morning, um, before I forget, I'm assisting in the promotion of and will be introducing on the night, a guy called Jean-Philippe Riopy. He's not Welsh but French and a pianist who will be playing at The Jacqueline De Pre Building, Oxford on Friday 7th November. He plays Classical pieces but improvised with jazz in his own passionately distraught and unique style. Well worth the £8 or £5 as a student. He is bloody good!
In my last blog you can see the next dates that I'm performing and in addition to them, I will be performing in the 'Ajar Open Mic Final' on Tuesday 9th December at The Green Note, Camden. The event is called "Utter", hosted by Richard Tyrone Jones. The prize is £1,000,000. Or was it £100? I can't remember. Last Tuesday I performed at the aformentioned venue and have never felt so nervous in my life, nearly, but carried it off ok..ish, I think. Got the laughs but noted as I went through the set, how many things I would do differently and that the Senyru entitled 'Window-Licker' is a definite 'no-no' for any future audience.
[about 15 days later...Wednes 21st Nov]
God, I feel diabolical. But I don't know why i'm telling you because you're a carpenter; rather you were a carpenter...that's if you ever.. Well, anyway, I feel like shit. It's a mint tea day and a day of self-doubting, worrying about money, worrying about leaving the security of a secure job although, granted, a job that (like a lot of people have) was making me miserable but needless to say less miserable than being hungry and now I don't even think I have the ability to be a waiter in a fucking sausage and mash restaurant! Perhaps I never was a good waiter? Perhaps people just had that perception in their head because I fooled them into thinking I was good because I can/could always appear confident, loud, mildly amusing and moderatly entertaining. Perhaps my Grandpa did shag John Cleese's mother, nine months before he was born and two months before he met my Grandma..? But the entertaining thing was only actually as a result of the fact that I used to find the whole experience so incredibly stressful. Food that's overcooked, raw, uncooked, unclean, too clean, too soft, too hard, too rare, not rare enough, "where's the mustard?" "Any forks?"
"Um, sorry to trouble you but we ordered our coffees twenty minutes ago..."
"You, table 29?! Coffee? Haven't you gone yet? Fucking coffee! I thought the tops on your creme fucking brulees weren't fucking hard enough! Why didn't you piss off after that dis-heartening state of circumstance; that earth shattering fact. Here's your bill! I haven't got time to make you fucking coffee. Piss off!"
Here is George's Gig-List:
Tuesday 25th November, 2008
LPS (London Poetry Systems)
The Flea Pit
49 Columbia Road,
Shoreditch/Hackney, London
at 8:30pm
Thursday 27th November, 2008
John Hegley, Tony Curtis and George Chopping
The Thunderbolt,
Totterdown, Bristol
at 8:30pm
Wednesday 3rd December
Comedy Night
Johnathon Elston, Ivo Graham, Rachel Boxall, Broderick Chow, George Chopping,
Tom Goodliffe (MC)
Corner Club
16/17 Turl Street,
Oxford
Doors 7:45pm (8:15)
Members: Free
Non-Members: £5
Tuesday 9th December
"Utter!"
The Green Note
Camden, London
...oh, I'm going to bed..
[3 days later]
Morning, um, before I forget, I'm assisting in the promotion of and will be introducing on the night, a guy called Jean-Philippe Riopy. He's not Welsh but French and a pianist who will be playing at The Jacqueline De Pre Building, Oxford on Friday 7th November. He plays Classical pieces but improvised with jazz in his own passionately distraught and unique style. Well worth the £8 or £5 as a student. He is bloody good!
In my last blog you can see the next dates that I'm performing and in addition to them, I will be performing in the 'Ajar Open Mic Final' on Tuesday 9th December at The Green Note, Camden. The event is called "Utter", hosted by Richard Tyrone Jones. The prize is £1,000,000. Or was it £100? I can't remember. Last Tuesday I performed at the aformentioned venue and have never felt so nervous in my life, nearly, but carried it off ok..ish, I think. Got the laughs but noted as I went through the set, how many things I would do differently and that the Senyru entitled 'Window-Licker' is a definite 'no-no' for any future audience.
[about 15 days later...Wednes 21st Nov]
God, I feel diabolical. But I don't know why i'm telling you because you're a carpenter; rather you were a carpenter...that's if you ever.. Well, anyway, I feel like shit. It's a mint tea day and a day of self-doubting, worrying about money, worrying about leaving the security of a secure job although, granted, a job that (like a lot of people have) was making me miserable but needless to say less miserable than being hungry and now I don't even think I have the ability to be a waiter in a fucking sausage and mash restaurant! Perhaps I never was a good waiter? Perhaps people just had that perception in their head because I fooled them into thinking I was good because I can/could always appear confident, loud, mildly amusing and moderatly entertaining. Perhaps my Grandpa did shag John Cleese's mother, nine months before he was born and two months before he met my Grandma..? But the entertaining thing was only actually as a result of the fact that I used to find the whole experience so incredibly stressful. Food that's overcooked, raw, uncooked, unclean, too clean, too soft, too hard, too rare, not rare enough, "where's the mustard?" "Any forks?"
"Um, sorry to trouble you but we ordered our coffees twenty minutes ago..."
"You, table 29?! Coffee? Haven't you gone yet? Fucking coffee! I thought the tops on your creme fucking brulees weren't fucking hard enough! Why didn't you piss off after that dis-heartening state of circumstance; that earth shattering fact. Here's your bill! I haven't got time to make you fucking coffee. Piss off!"
Here is George's Gig-List:
Tuesday 25th November, 2008
LPS (London Poetry Systems)
The Flea Pit
49 Columbia Road,
Shoreditch/Hackney, London
at 8:30pm
Thursday 27th November, 2008
John Hegley, Tony Curtis and George Chopping
The Thunderbolt,
Totterdown, Bristol
at 8:30pm
Wednesday 3rd December
Comedy Night
Johnathon Elston, Ivo Graham, Rachel Boxall, Broderick Chow, George Chopping,
Tom Goodliffe (MC)
Corner Club
16/17 Turl Street,
Oxford
Doors 7:45pm (8:15)
Members: Free
Non-Members: £5
Tuesday 9th December
"Utter!"
The Green Note
Camden, London
All sorts of stuff - comedy/poetry/music possibly
(please google event for time/cost/address)
Ok, off to the market.
Bye,
G x
Thursday, 6 March 2008
One new poem, two haiku, a couple of dates and a review for you
Evening all,
Hope this finds you well.
Firstly, a poem:
Bleached /Blonde Dogs
Just outside the canteen fire exit
smoking on the path.
Trying to block out the husky guffaw of
Maggie from Bakery
and the illiterate shrieks
from the girls off check-outs.
All of them, stood slunched
in a military line-up,
sheltering behind the pillars
from the gust coming off the roundabout.
Yellow butts and scrunched coffee cups
litter the concrete path,
just off which, stand a cluster of heads
of dew drenched, snow white Snow Drops
- swaying in the breeze on their elf green stems.
Seven of them.
Dwarfed by the bushes, plants and trees
through which I see'd,
approaching the roundabout, a white van
with written on the side:
"Dial a Dog Wash".
__________________________
Here's the link to my first review. No idea whether it'll work but please try clicking on it:
http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/reviews/feature/2806/Oxfringe
Now for a few new Haiku:
Mother's Day
Clambering over
garden wall. Daffodils clenched.
It's the thought that counts.
12 Words Worth
On the 12th of March
Snow Drops heads' shrivel up but
Daffodils flourish.
Poetry in Lotion
When I run out of
aqueous emollient,
Goose fat suffices.
_____________________
Right then, off to bed in a minutes but first, here are a few dates for your diary of when I'm performing next. So:
Tomorrow night (Friday 7th)
At: The Albany, Douglas Way, Deptford, SE8 4AG.
The event is called: "The Book Bites Back" . There will be about four other performers incl. Daljit Nagra who wrote "Look We Have Coming to Dover".
K.O. 8pm
Easter Monday (24th March)
At: The Poetry Cafe, Betterton Street, Covent Garden.
Supporting John Hegley (T.B.C. so please check Time-Out London closer to the time for details...)
Saturday 29th March
At: The Port Mahon, St Clements, Oxford.
The event is called: "Minty Fresh". (Christ knows why).
Part of Oxfringe; a comedy line-up of me and two others.
K.O. 8pm - £4 .
So there you have it. Hope you or some of your London/Oxford dwelling chums can get to one of them.
Cheers for reading and see you anon!
Goodnight.
Yours,
George
Hope this finds you well.
Firstly, a poem:
Bleached /Blonde Dogs
Just outside the canteen fire exit
smoking on the path.
Trying to block out the husky guffaw of
Maggie from Bakery
and the illiterate shrieks
from the girls off check-outs.
All of them, stood slunched
in a military line-up,
sheltering behind the pillars
from the gust coming off the roundabout.
Yellow butts and scrunched coffee cups
litter the concrete path,
just off which, stand a cluster of heads
of dew drenched, snow white Snow Drops
- swaying in the breeze on their elf green stems.
Seven of them.
Dwarfed by the bushes, plants and trees
through which I see'd,
approaching the roundabout, a white van
with written on the side:
"Dial a Dog Wash".
__________________________
Here's the link to my first review. No idea whether it'll work but please try clicking on it:
http://www.dailyinfo.co.uk/reviews/feature/2806/Oxfringe
Now for a few new Haiku:
Mother's Day
Clambering over
garden wall. Daffodils clenched.
It's the thought that counts.
12 Words Worth
On the 12th of March
Snow Drops heads' shrivel up but
Daffodils flourish.
Poetry in Lotion
When I run out of
aqueous emollient,
Goose fat suffices.
_____________________
Right then, off to bed in a minutes but first, here are a few dates for your diary of when I'm performing next. So:
Tomorrow night (Friday 7th)
At: The Albany, Douglas Way, Deptford, SE8 4AG.
The event is called: "The Book Bites Back" . There will be about four other performers incl. Daljit Nagra who wrote "Look We Have Coming to Dover".
K.O. 8pm
Easter Monday (24th March)
At: The Poetry Cafe, Betterton Street, Covent Garden.
Supporting John Hegley (T.B.C. so please check Time-Out London closer to the time for details...)
Saturday 29th March
At: The Port Mahon, St Clements, Oxford.
The event is called: "Minty Fresh". (Christ knows why).
Part of Oxfringe; a comedy line-up of me and two others.
K.O. 8pm - £4 .
So there you have it. Hope you or some of your London/Oxford dwelling chums can get to one of them.
Cheers for reading and see you anon!
Goodnight.
Yours,
George
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