It’s Not You

Our dear pal, the ever gallant but wildly insensitive Hubert returns! Occasionally I’ll find myself doing just this: going to say something, realising at the last second that it’s crushingly cliche, and essentially just restructuring the words until the phrase is fresh but the sentiment is still as hackneyed as ever. What? I know editing…

Noble

Hubert, our favourite white knight, returns! It’s always intrigued me how our compassion for “majestic” animals really only extends to when they’re safely cooped up. That’s when they’re safe, pitiable and objectifiable. Of course, when they’re on the loose in our immediate vicinity, most of us would feel no more sympathy for them than our…

Served

Hubert, the ultimate gentleman, never without his trusty sword. Kristof’s currently in a two man play selling out theatres so he’s too important to write blurbs anymore. Occasionally his PA will email me a script he dictated while getting his nose powdered with cocaine. I’ve heard his performances are full of nervous energy as he…