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THE SUPER MOBY DICK OF SPACE - November 2010 Dodgem Logic - November 1st, 2010

Next time you read a thoughtful article in a broadsheet newspaper about how ‘graphic novels’ are now serious literature, take a look at the American comic books of the fifties and sixties and remind yourself how far we, as a civilization, have come. Pitiful four-colour daubs picture infantile, underwear clad simpletons, barely capable of reasoned…

The Comedy Boom - October 2010 The Independent - By Stewart Lee - October 28th, 2010

For decades, stand-up comedians entered the palace of entertainment by the tradesmen’s entrance. Now the red carpet is rolled out, do we have any idea what to do next? And where did this change in our status begin? In 1993, after David Baddiel and Rob Newman became the fist comics to play Wembley, Janet Street…

THE NIGHT I DIED - September 2010 Time Out - September 14th, 2010

I still die on stage frequently. Last month I could feel the room drifting away during a high-profile big top bill in the Greenwich Comedy Festival, but my worst death of recent years was in August 2009 at a private performance for the Friends and Corporate partners of the Edinburgh Fringe, seated around desert laden…

Anthony Howell – Table Moves - September 2010 The Observer New Review - September 12th, 2010

BEST PERFOMANCE It was my school friend Simon Smith, perpetually and enviably ahead of the curve, who made me see the then unknown REM catch fire at a small student gig at Warwick University in 1984. And so when Simon suggested we see some ‘live art’, at the gallery in Birmingham, by a man called…

Frank Chickens: Edinburgh gods - August 2010 The Observer - August 3rd, 2010

This month, the former Perrier Awards for Comedy on the Edinburgh Fringe have been taken over by Foster’s, the beer company. The main award, which usually goes to an unknown turn, remains. But Foster’s has also invited the public to vote for a “Comedy God” from all the nominees of the last 30 years. This…

Shelves - July 2010 The Observer - July 18th, 2010

“What are days for?”, asks the curmudgeonly poet, Philip Larkin, is his poem, Days, questioning the very point of living. He is unable to offer any real comfort, concluding, “Ah, solving that question / brings the priest and the doctor / in their long coats / running over the fields.” For Larkin, the idea of…

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