Things might be a little quiet around here for the next three months.
That's because I'll be taking part in a mysterious transatlantic vlogging experiment called "Project-V".
Check it out here.
Fame Asylum Fallout
My Channel Four documentary about the formation of an asylum seeker boyband continues to polorise audiences far and wide.
On one hand, it has recently been put forward for consideration for both a Royal Television Society award, and an Amnesty International award.
Conversely, the project has clearly upset the Austrians:
In a weird coincidence, I was in Austria recently to do a residency at the Performing Rights Vienna festival.
My lecture was slightly delayed, so I had time to take some publicity photos.
One for theatre listings:
And one for comedy:
On one hand, it has recently been put forward for consideration for both a Royal Television Society award, and an Amnesty International award.
Conversely, the project has clearly upset the Austrians:
In a weird coincidence, I was in Austria recently to do a residency at the Performing Rights Vienna festival.
My lecture was slightly delayed, so I had time to take some publicity photos.
One for theatre listings:
And one for comedy:
Body from Baywatch, face from Crimewatch.
At St. Paul's Cathedral I saw a man openly attempting to push over a tree.
Do these hooligans have no shame?
Richard DeDomenici: Stamping Down on Anti-Social Behaviour.
Do these hooligans have no shame?
Richard DeDomenici: Stamping Down on Anti-Social Behaviour.
Subway Meatball Marinara Sandwich
How is one expected to eat this?
(Click to enlarge)
Please compare this with the promotional image:
This growing disparity between actual convenience food and the ideal being displayed in the popular media is obviously directly responsible for the increase in sandwiches reportedly suffering from "Bready Dysmorphic Disorder".
Little joke there about mental health.
(Click to enlarge)
Please compare this with the promotional image:
This growing disparity between actual convenience food and the ideal being displayed in the popular media is obviously directly responsible for the increase in sandwiches reportedly suffering from "Bready Dysmorphic Disorder".
Little joke there about mental health.
Discrimination
I've got a solo gallery show coming up at the Pump House Gallery in Battersea Park, London this April.
Many people I've told about it have said:
"Ohhhh! The Pump House Gallery! I've never actually been to the Pump House Gallery!"
And is it any wonder, when National Rail are blatantly trying to discourage people from getting off at the train station?
(Click to enlarge)
I know they've got timetables to keep to, but this is ridiculous.
I feel a complaint letter coming on..
Many people I've told about it have said:
"Ohhhh! The Pump House Gallery! I've never actually been to the Pump House Gallery!"
And is it any wonder, when National Rail are blatantly trying to discourage people from getting off at the train station?
(Click to enlarge)
I know they've got timetables to keep to, but this is ridiculous.
I feel a complaint letter coming on..
Chistmas Eve in Watford
Wine on draught.
Stay classy, Watford.
Guess what this is:
That's right - It's me expelling saliva from my mouth in a Wetherspoon toilet in order to avert being sick.
Please Note: From hereon this process shall be referred to as "The DeDomenici Maneuver".
Trading Standards
How much would you say these bottles of wine cost?
€1.99?
No Dammit! €7.99.
Watch out, they write sevens differently here.
I propose the harmonisation of sevens across the EU.
€1.99?
No Dammit! €7.99.
Watch out, they write sevens differently here.
I propose the harmonisation of sevens across the EU.
Rudebox
I've been having trouble adapting to the fact that I'm no longer in the UK.
The other day I spent an hour looking for a post box, only to realise that they probably don't have red pillar boxes here. I then tried posting my letter into a variety of possible street furniture candidates:
Before finally correctly identifying an Irish post box:
Only then did I realise that I probably needed to buy different types of stamp too.
I feel sorry for the Irish in three respects.
1. Very few Irish names are predicted by predictive text.
2. They don't have postcodes! How can they not have postcodes? Amongst other things, how do they find places on streetmap.co.uk?
3. Ah, They don't have streetmap.co.uk
The other day I spent an hour looking for a post box, only to realise that they probably don't have red pillar boxes here. I then tried posting my letter into a variety of possible street furniture candidates:
Before finally correctly identifying an Irish post box:
Only then did I realise that I probably needed to buy different types of stamp too.
I feel sorry for the Irish in three respects.
1. Very few Irish names are predicted by predictive text.
2. They don't have postcodes! How can they not have postcodes? Amongst other things, how do they find places on streetmap.co.uk?
3. Ah, They don't have streetmap.co.uk
It’s been raining every day since I got here, except for on Saturday, when there was a hailstorm:
Last Thursday I appeared with a bunch of Tulca Festival artists and curators on RTE Radio 1's 'The Eleventh Hour' presented by Páraic Breathnach:
Páraic is an accomplished theatre and film actor, producer, director of theatre, writer and all-round arts expert.
Click here to listen to the interview (I'm on about 35 minutes in).
I've been going a bit mad cooped up in my little freezing shop:
On Sunday I was planning on staying in, maybe going to Abrakebabra for some tea:
when I received an anonymous text message telling me to come to dinner.
Turns out it was from a collective called Domestic Godless. Here's one of them:
Here's the menu:
(Click to enlarge)
And here are some of the dishes:
It was an unexpectedly remarkable meal, and a steal at only €20.
A similar meal would cost ten times as much in London.
(That's a complete guess.)
If I ever kill a man and am put on death row, I would definitely get Domestic Godless to cook me my last meal:
Not only would it take four hours to eat, but I'd probably die of gluttony before they could electrocute me.
The event was part of the Tulca Festival, and, as such, has forced me to raise my game:
Last Thursday I appeared with a bunch of Tulca Festival artists and curators on RTE Radio 1's 'The Eleventh Hour' presented by Páraic Breathnach:
Páraic is an accomplished theatre and film actor, producer, director of theatre, writer and all-round arts expert.
Click here to listen to the interview (I'm on about 35 minutes in).
I've been going a bit mad cooped up in my little freezing shop:
On Sunday I was planning on staying in, maybe going to Abrakebabra for some tea:
when I received an anonymous text message telling me to come to dinner.
Turns out it was from a collective called Domestic Godless. Here's one of them:
Here's the menu:
(Click to enlarge)
And here are some of the dishes:
It was an unexpectedly remarkable meal, and a steal at only €20.
A similar meal would cost ten times as much in London.
(That's a complete guess.)
If I ever kill a man and am put on death row, I would definitely get Domestic Godless to cook me my last meal:
Not only would it take four hours to eat, but I'd probably die of gluttony before they could electrocute me.
The event was part of the Tulca Festival, and, as such, has forced me to raise my game:
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