comedy
EsoT-Eric Finds His Calling
This month I had more bad news from the University of Berkhamsted. They flatly rejected my latest research proposal: a study of whether bad news comes in threes. The University was not convinced by my […]
Year: 2011
comedy
AltRomCom: Opening Scene
Romantic comedies, or romcoms as they are also known, tend to be so… mainstream. In many ways, they are the safest of all story formats, not least because the audience knows how the story will […]
flotsam & jetsam
Failing That…
I need a nap. Failing that, a powernap. Failing that, a coffee. Failing that, a smoke. Failing that, some sugar. Failing that, a holiday. Failing that, a new job. Failing that, early retirement. Failing that, […]
Essays & Opinion
Crossing the Kubrickon
Sometimes, on a journey, you pass a point of no return. Committed, you must soldier on. I have passed that point with my film project. However good or terrible the final film will be, shooting […]
uncategorized
Halfthoughts on Holiday(ish)
After 172 half-musings in a row, Halfthoughts finally had to go on holiday. That is, if you can call it a holiday. Some tourists choose to ride a dhow, a traditional Arab boat, around Doha’s […]
Poems
Something of You
In the kitchen, Surrounded with the spice and flavour of cooking, I rattle my pots, Beat my eggs, And pummel my dough. The kids run all about, Slamming the doors, Shouting down the street, And […]
comedy
The Hacker Store
[A surly man reads his paper, standing behind the counter of a general store. All sorts of tins, hardware and knickknacks are displayed on the shelves behind him. A teenage assistant in loose-fitting jeans is […]
drama
Re: Move (Reprieve)
If ever you find yourself selected for a Doha Film Institute program, you may want to celebrate by sitting down and writing a dozen unrelated posts for your blog first. You will soon be pouring […]
Karen Zipslicer Stories
Talks with a Stork
Karen, stuck at Lundern Central, and frustrated by the unhelpfulness of the Ticket Inspector, is muddled and befuddled about what next to do… Karen could feel her face turning hot, and red. It was beyond […]
Poems
Eight Into None
The killing happened on Monday. The grief poured out on Tuesday. The rage built on Wednesday. The tension rose on Thursday. The rain poured down on Friday. The mob hunted on Saturday. The scapegoat was […]