HISTORIES OF BRITAIN is here!

Good heavens to Bertha, I seem to have made history! Which is to say, I have somehow managed to publish a whole second book AND recorded and edited an entire audiobook within the same year as my gorgeous official Fry & Laurie history SOUPY TWISTS! My most committed FANS – hi, Tiddles! – may have…

TALES OF BRITAIN: Spring 2025

Or: GRIM TALES OF BRITAIN! This year's remaining gig list may not be extensive, but I can tell you that Brother Bernard is absolutely somersetting with glee about two Tales of Britain shows lined up for later in the summer.  Thirdly, we're headed back to the Edinburgh Fringe for the first time in seven or…

Loving Tony Slattery Longtime

I was clearly not alone in there being a certain degree of complex aesthetic approval of the late and very very great Tony Slattery as a teen in the 90s – in fact, since the news broke of his fatal heart attack at the weekend, the 'my god he was dishy' tributes have been so…

MY DEBUT NOVEL

I recently found myself bewailing the fact that my last book release, Fab Fools, was over four years ago, and even that was released under lockdown. Currently I'm being massively mishandled in my quest to find a paperback home for one of my existing books. And although I started researching a new comedy history book…

TALES OF BRITAIN: Spring 2024

Happy Current Rainy Season, all! Brother Bernard has not been exactly dormant throughout the year-plus of silence from the Tales of Britain blog, though he has been known to hibernate for a generation or three. It's true that the arrival of Nephew Neddy has slowed the output of fresh folktales, or legendary site visits*, but…

THE FROOD: Fit The 42nd

I come to say "Bloody big congrats, Kevin!", not to blubber. It seemed wrong somehow to say nothing to mark the passing on of the Hitchhiker baton, as it were – as if the Adams legacy meant nothing to me, and I had nothing to say on the matter, a decade on. So here we are.…

FAB FOOLS: Dead Again

In most ways, I could not be less of a typically machismo-oriented man (to my delight, two separate old flames of mine independently described me as a butch man-hating lesbian trapped in a big man's body) but I often wish I was better at crying. I've spent most of this week feeling on the verge…