Thursday 31 December 2009
Wednesday 30 December 2009
Tuesday 29 December 2009
Monday 28 December 2009
Sunday 27 December 2009
Thursday 24 December 2009
Wednesday 23 December 2009
Tuesday 22 December 2009
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Sunday 20 December 2009
Friday 18 December 2009
Thursday 17 December 2009
Wednesday 16 December 2009
Monday 14 December 2009
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Wednesday 9 December 2009
Tuesday 8 December 2009
Sunday 6 December 2009
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Wednesday 2 December 2009
Monday 30 November 2009
Sunday 29 November 2009
Saturday 28 November 2009
Friday 27 November 2009
Thursday 26 November 2009
Wednesday 25 November 2009
Monday 23 November 2009
Sunday 22 November 2009
Saturday 21 November 2009
Thursday 19 November 2009
Monday 16 November 2009
Saturday 14 November 2009
Friday 13 November 2009
Thursday 12 November 2009
Wednesday 11 November 2009
Tuesday 10 November 2009
Friday 6 November 2009
Wednesday 4 November 2009
Wednesday 28 October 2009
Monday 26 October 2009
Thursday 22 October 2009
Saturday 17 October 2009
Thursday 15 October 2009
Tuesday 13 October 2009
Saturday 10 October 2009
Friday 9 October 2009
Wednesday 7 October 2009
Tuesday 6 October 2009
Monday 5 October 2009
Sunday 4 October 2009
Saturday 3 October 2009
Thursday 1 October 2009
Tuesday 29 September 2009
Monday 28 September 2009
Friday 25 September 2009
Thursday 24 September 2009
Tuesday 22 September 2009
Our film Colour Blind is premiering at the BUFF for free tickets visit http://ping.fm/gLJdt (just ignore the spelling)
Monday 21 September 2009
Wednesday 16 September 2009
It's somewhat ironic that in June St. Thomas' was used as a case study in discharge in June 2009 http://ping.fm/4BuOe
Tuesday 15 September 2009
Sunday 13 September 2009
Friday 11 September 2009
Wednesday 9 September 2009
Monday 7 September 2009
Thursday 3 September 2009
The Disaster of The Apple Laptop Stolen from St. Thomas' Hospital
Firstly, let me say if anyone comes across a silver Apple MacPro 17" Screen Laptop which is clearly mine (check the data - films, folders, images etc.) please get in touch as there is a cash reward of £300 if it's returned with all its data all there.
To steal from someone in Hospital has to be the lowest of the low.
To steal from someone in hospital, whose homeless, wheelchair bound, been there for months and whose only connection with the outside world and reason to exist was supported by his computer is good reason to re-instate the death penatly.
What's worse is apparently the thief was known to Hospital staff. Came onto the ward drunk, claiming he had come to visit a patient (whom I knew) who had been discharged and rather than being escorted away was allowed to sit at the nurse's station before entering my bed area.
The patient opposite my bed watched as the theif casually unplugged the mains lead from the wall, disconnected my dongle and left it on the table, placed the Laptop under his arm and walked out, unobstructed.
This took place in broad daylight, on Tuesday 1st September 2009 (I had thought this was going to be the start of a good month) in a busy ward, with 5 other patients around and nursing and catering staff constantly in and out.
Ironically, I had been downstairs using the computers in the KIC (Knowledge Information Centre) as my dongle had run out of cash.
The Police (who have yet to send an investigating officer) were called, as too were the Hospital Security but neither have has yet done anything.
The onsite Hospital Policeman was on holiday and nobody was covering for him.
The biggest irony of all though was that I spilled water on the keyboard a few months ago taking out the most of the keyboard so to a thief the product is absolutely valueless.
But the information contained on it to me is of course priceless.
So, again, if anybody knows the whereabouts of the machine and can return it with my data still in tact, please do so, I'm only interested in it's return not in prosecuting and the money you'll get as a reward will be more than you can sell it for.
Here's Hoping.
To steal from someone in Hospital has to be the lowest of the low.
To steal from someone in hospital, whose homeless, wheelchair bound, been there for months and whose only connection with the outside world and reason to exist was supported by his computer is good reason to re-instate the death penatly.
What's worse is apparently the thief was known to Hospital staff. Came onto the ward drunk, claiming he had come to visit a patient (whom I knew) who had been discharged and rather than being escorted away was allowed to sit at the nurse's station before entering my bed area.
The patient opposite my bed watched as the theif casually unplugged the mains lead from the wall, disconnected my dongle and left it on the table, placed the Laptop under his arm and walked out, unobstructed.
This took place in broad daylight, on Tuesday 1st September 2009 (I had thought this was going to be the start of a good month) in a busy ward, with 5 other patients around and nursing and catering staff constantly in and out.
Ironically, I had been downstairs using the computers in the KIC (Knowledge Information Centre) as my dongle had run out of cash.
The Police (who have yet to send an investigating officer) were called, as too were the Hospital Security but neither have has yet done anything.
The onsite Hospital Policeman was on holiday and nobody was covering for him.
The biggest irony of all though was that I spilled water on the keyboard a few months ago taking out the most of the keyboard so to a thief the product is absolutely valueless.
But the information contained on it to me is of course priceless.
So, again, if anybody knows the whereabouts of the machine and can return it with my data still in tact, please do so, I'm only interested in it's return not in prosecuting and the money you'll get as a reward will be more than you can sell it for.
Here's Hoping.
Tuesday 1 September 2009
Saturday 29 August 2009
Thursday 27 August 2009
Wednesday 26 August 2009
Tuesday 25 August 2009
Monday 24 August 2009
Sunday 23 August 2009
Friday 21 August 2009
Thursday 20 August 2009
Wednesday 19 August 2009
Tuesday 18 August 2009
Monday 17 August 2009
Saturday 15 August 2009
Friday 14 August 2009
Wednesday 12 August 2009
Tuesday 11 August 2009
Monday 10 August 2009
Sunday 9 August 2009
Friday 7 August 2009
Thursday 6 August 2009
Wednesday 5 August 2009
Tuesday 4 August 2009
Monday 3 August 2009
And as if by magic "A thousand voices for a broken system" will higlight exactly this point to the Labour Government http://ping.fm/izQPd
Sunday 2 August 2009
Saturday 1 August 2009
Friday 31 July 2009
Wednesday 29 July 2009
Colourful radio interview with Henry Bonsu and JuJu about homelessness - almost prophetic http://ping.fm/eUEUl and http://ping.fm/cULJe
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Monday 27 July 2009
Sunday 26 July 2009
Saturday 25 July 2009
the film Colour Blind (2009) is finally posted to IMDb http://ping.fm/o6RTF wait a few days for all details to display.
Friday 24 July 2009
Thursday 23 July 2009
Wednesday 22 July 2009
Tuesday 21 July 2009
Monday 20 July 2009
Sunday 19 July 2009
Saturday 18 July 2009
Friday 17 July 2009
Thursday 16 July 2009
Wednesday 15 July 2009
Tuesday 14 July 2009
Monday 13 July 2009
Sunday 12 July 2009
Saturday 11 July 2009
Friday 10 July 2009
Thursday 9 July 2009
Wednesday 8 July 2009
Monday 6 July 2009
Sunday 5 July 2009
Saturday 4 July 2009
Thursday 2 July 2009
Wednesday 1 July 2009
Tuesday 30 June 2009
Monday 29 June 2009
Sunday 28 June 2009
Wednesday 24 June 2009
Friday 19 June 2009
Wednesday 17 June 2009
Monday 15 June 2009
Sunday 14 June 2009
Wednesday 10 June 2009
Monday 8 June 2009
Sunday 7 June 2009
Saturday 6 June 2009
Friday 5 June 2009
Wednesday 3 June 2009
Monday 25 May 2009
Tuesday 12 May 2009
Wednesday 6 May 2009
Thursday 30 April 2009
will be on BFBS Radio talking about Colour Blind between 16:00 - 17:00 today on http://ping.fm/B0MgB
Monday 27 April 2009
Tuesday 21 April 2009
Wednesday 15 April 2009
Saturday 11 April 2009
Wednesday 8 April 2009
Friday 3 April 2009
My Place in London - A bar that will become just that.
At first, I thought "My Place in London" was an extremely poor name for a new bar, set up opposite London Bridge Station.
But having attended the soft launch last night, I have to say it's a stroke of genius.
It is and felt just that i.e. My Place in London.
The historic connotations to the traditions of the St. Jame's Gentleman's clubs was not lost on its clientele either.
The Gentleman's clubs were set up as a residence and meeting place for those with their homes in the country - in essence a home from home and this bar certainly captured that feeling.
I have never felt more comfortable in a bar in London in my entire life. Everybody talked to one another, everyone was open to being approached, girls didn't felt hit upon and the guys weren't competing for attention.
Everybody had a sense of either fashion, or style, and for once were not competing for centre stage.
The music was exemplary, a mixture of non-cliched aide memoires, that got even the most ardent non-dancer to their feet.
As the place has no dance floor, your beginning to understand the freedom of My Place in London.
As this was the soft launch, there were clearly some teething problems. Bar staff that were overwhelmed by the cocktail list, a difficulty for many guests to find the entrance as it is in the rear of the building (the front entrance directly opposite London Bridge Station takes you into a Pool Hall, which, though part of the same venue, has an entirely different vibe and feels completely detached to its sister bar downstairs) and a door the remained open to let in a chill.
But nothing that marred the evening and would be easily rectifiable before the Opening night.
"My Place in London" reminded why I love this city so much and I would highly recommend to make it yours.
But having attended the soft launch last night, I have to say it's a stroke of genius.
It is and felt just that i.e. My Place in London.
The historic connotations to the traditions of the St. Jame's Gentleman's clubs was not lost on its clientele either.
The Gentleman's clubs were set up as a residence and meeting place for those with their homes in the country - in essence a home from home and this bar certainly captured that feeling.
I have never felt more comfortable in a bar in London in my entire life. Everybody talked to one another, everyone was open to being approached, girls didn't felt hit upon and the guys weren't competing for attention.
Everybody had a sense of either fashion, or style, and for once were not competing for centre stage.
The music was exemplary, a mixture of non-cliched aide memoires, that got even the most ardent non-dancer to their feet.
As the place has no dance floor, your beginning to understand the freedom of My Place in London.
As this was the soft launch, there were clearly some teething problems. Bar staff that were overwhelmed by the cocktail list, a difficulty for many guests to find the entrance as it is in the rear of the building (the front entrance directly opposite London Bridge Station takes you into a Pool Hall, which, though part of the same venue, has an entirely different vibe and feels completely detached to its sister bar downstairs) and a door the remained open to let in a chill.
But nothing that marred the evening and would be easily rectifiable before the Opening night.
"My Place in London" reminded why I love this city so much and I would highly recommend to make it yours.
Wednesday 1 April 2009
Tuesday 31 March 2009
Saturday 28 March 2009
Blog title...
Lambeth Council Stole My Car….. Part 1
There are good days, bad days and disasterous days, but this one was catastrophic.
It began first thing in the morning.
I had a radio interview at Colourful Radio to promote my latest film “Colour Blind”. The radio station is based in Vauxhall and would normally be a 20-minute walk to get there from my flat in Waterloo.
Only thing is, I’m not currently in my flat in Waterloo, I am in fact homeless and staying with my friend David in Tring, Hertfordshire (the reasons for this will be left to a different Blog).
Tring is only 27 miles away from central London, so I thought if I left at 07:30 I’d have ample time to arrive at the studio for 09:00. Boy, how wrong was I.
Rush hour traffic on the M25, road-works on the A40 and Ken Livingstones screwed up traffic light timings (that Boris Johnson has still not sorted out) meant the Journey took me just under 2 hours.
As the panic and realisation set in that I was unlikely to make it on time I decided to text to let Henry Bonsu (the presenter of the Breakfast Show) know the situation.
His response added insult to injury to a rapidly deteriorating situation, whilst he could accommodate my late arrival, I discovered he’d been unable to download the film from my website due to a technical problem and therefore had been unable to watch it.
I finally arrived at the Radio station at 09:20, discovered a parking spot but it was on a cash only meter, I normally pay for my parking by text and had no small change. Without the time to go and discover I accepted that I was probably going to get landed with a parking ticket.
I rushed into the station, grabbed a well-needed pee, picked up some water and ran into the studio whilst opening my computer to show my hosts a clip from the film, at 09:30 I was on air.
The interview went well (with exception that my host kept referring to Colour Blind as a documentary rather than a film) and my points about how damaging Political Correctness is to Black Communities prompted an interesting debate, which covered why certain Black people see racism everywhere, why words should be kept in context and not deemed offensive if they’re not and why we shouldn’t be afraid to offend people in a country with free-speech.
After the show, I left with the hosts Henry and Juju to get a coffee and went to check on my car.
It had gone!
My immediate reaction was it must have been stolen. I’d only been gone an hour. But there was no glass on the road or any evidence of a break in. It’s a new mini convertible so not an easy steal and the alarm would have gone off, surely.
Then a dawning realisation, I hadn’t paid for my parking, could they have towed it?
It was difficult to comprehend, a car parked off-road in a parking meter bay, not causing any obstruction and only having been there an hour – why on Gods earth would it have been towed.
But how the hell do you find out, there was no note where my car once was, telling me that’s what happened and the only number on the parking meter was for Lambeth Council.
There was nothing else for it, we went to the café and I called Lambeth Council.
There are good days, bad days and disasterous days, but this one was catastrophic.
It began first thing in the morning.
I had a radio interview at Colourful Radio to promote my latest film “Colour Blind”. The radio station is based in Vauxhall and would normally be a 20-minute walk to get there from my flat in Waterloo.
Only thing is, I’m not currently in my flat in Waterloo, I am in fact homeless and staying with my friend David in Tring, Hertfordshire (the reasons for this will be left to a different Blog).
Tring is only 27 miles away from central London, so I thought if I left at 07:30 I’d have ample time to arrive at the studio for 09:00. Boy, how wrong was I.
Rush hour traffic on the M25, road-works on the A40 and Ken Livingstones screwed up traffic light timings (that Boris Johnson has still not sorted out) meant the Journey took me just under 2 hours.
As the panic and realisation set in that I was unlikely to make it on time I decided to text to let Henry Bonsu (the presenter of the Breakfast Show) know the situation.
His response added insult to injury to a rapidly deteriorating situation, whilst he could accommodate my late arrival, I discovered he’d been unable to download the film from my website due to a technical problem and therefore had been unable to watch it.
I finally arrived at the Radio station at 09:20, discovered a parking spot but it was on a cash only meter, I normally pay for my parking by text and had no small change. Without the time to go and discover I accepted that I was probably going to get landed with a parking ticket.
I rushed into the station, grabbed a well-needed pee, picked up some water and ran into the studio whilst opening my computer to show my hosts a clip from the film, at 09:30 I was on air.
The interview went well (with exception that my host kept referring to Colour Blind as a documentary rather than a film) and my points about how damaging Political Correctness is to Black Communities prompted an interesting debate, which covered why certain Black people see racism everywhere, why words should be kept in context and not deemed offensive if they’re not and why we shouldn’t be afraid to offend people in a country with free-speech.
After the show, I left with the hosts Henry and Juju to get a coffee and went to check on my car.
It had gone!
My immediate reaction was it must have been stolen. I’d only been gone an hour. But there was no glass on the road or any evidence of a break in. It’s a new mini convertible so not an easy steal and the alarm would have gone off, surely.
Then a dawning realisation, I hadn’t paid for my parking, could they have towed it?
It was difficult to comprehend, a car parked off-road in a parking meter bay, not causing any obstruction and only having been there an hour – why on Gods earth would it have been towed.
But how the hell do you find out, there was no note where my car once was, telling me that’s what happened and the only number on the parking meter was for Lambeth Council.
There was nothing else for it, we went to the café and I called Lambeth Council.
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