Posted by: Bronagh on: November 10, 2011
If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would you choose? The great auk, like the one I just knitted for Ghosts Of Gone Birds, in aid of BirdLife International’s preventing extinctions programme. – Margaret Atwood, Guardian Q&A, 29th October 2011 Despite my unofficial retirement from the world of spoken word, I have [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: August 8, 2011
The best part is Beau Brummell at the side there Good night looters, and commuters, and watchful nerds on your computers, soon the embers start to fade on your rambunctious cavalcade. The crow bar man with balaclava, the officer faced with the palaver, Count you softly each cracked head as you drift sweetly to your [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: May 28, 2011
image by Reena Makwana This weekend sees the International Alternative Press Festival 2011 at Conway Hall, 25 Red Lion Square, WC1R 4RL, London Town, and Nest Gallery will be selling a number of zines and artworks tomorrow, Sunday 29th May, 10am-4pm. I am very excited to be taking part with a sequel to my last [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: March 15, 2011
Today is Tuesday, when our beloved wordPLAY returns to the whiskey-soaked wonderment of the Good Ship for more wordsmithery, creation, larks and literary spectacle. Doors open at 7pm, show starts at 8pm, it’s £3 in and all proceeds go to Cancer Research UK. And the line-up is mind-bogglingly amazing. We worked very hard on it, [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: February 24, 2011
Two bits of excellent news: Firstly, the wonderful team at Storm In A Teacup have released issue 2 of their titular zine, once again featuring alternative female artists and writers dealing with female-positive topics and creating delightful things. I am extremely pleased to say that I have a story featured amongst the illustrious company, and [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: December 18, 2010
I’m supposed to be flying home for Christmas tomorrow, but it’s looking about as likely as my being mangled by a hopped-up tapir before night’s end. The snow is, from my vantage point, six stories above North London, astonishingly beautiful. Rooftops whitewashed and unblemished, brick moorings beneath, like Christmas cards sent by your unimaginative relatives. [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: December 3, 2010
On the tube this morning a man used my head as a bookrest.
Posted by: Bronagh on: November 6, 2010
As the days tick sullenly down to 23rd November (for real, I mean, this weather, ack), I get more and more excited and nervous and terrified and excited. Not about wordPLAY, not really, but when you’ve put a metric shit tonne of work into an event, I suppose it’s natural to imagine the things that [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: October 12, 2010
c. Kit Ryall 2010 One of the hardest things about being an aspiring writer is other writers. Specifically, the highly motivated, self-promoting kind, who know how they should be marketed and the sort of people who should know their name. Literary events are a breeding ground for it. They watch the crowd at literary events, [...]
Posted by: Bronagh on: October 11, 2010
Yeah, I flipped that heading round on you. See how you like it. In fact, I have been busy, with a fine mix of writerly pursuits, drinking with friends and crying myself to sleep (must stop listening to Eleanor Rigby). All in all, it’s been a pretty busy time for the Bronasaurus, thank you very [...]