Lager Time

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening? How we doing? So this week I’ve started work back on Make Your Own bed and Hope for the Best ; which is a solo theatre show about my experiences of employment. I started developing it back in 2019 – To be honest its become a bit of a labour of love, which is ironic, considering the subject matter but I’m determined to get it finished this year. It’s been throu...

I mentioned in the first part of this, that it’s probably going to be a bit all over the place. It is. And I’m probably going to contradict myself.     I’m trying to work out where I stand on the sincerity of social-media posting, particularly in times of tragedy. I’ve always had this stubborn side of me, that wants to quietly rebel against consensus. I’m not quite sure why but I find it pretty an...

I’m not sure exactly where I was when I heard Skibadee Mcing, for the first time but I’m quite sure it was on the school bus, sat next to my mate, Graham, who lent me a copy, which I copied, of a DJ Brockie set; from a One Nation tape-pack. What I do know is, that it was on that tape, that I first heard Skibba and it stayed in my Walkman, for a very long time. I still have it somewhere and can sti...

Sunday Loathe, by me Paul Cree. Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening. Something a little different this week. It’s a short story, that I wrote around 2014. This   will most likely be a bit longer than my usual offerings on here, bare with me, I’m trying something. I have this character, called Reece, who I’ve written a number of stories about, over the last ten or so years, which I’ve never done a...

A young man of nineteen is rummaging through his wallet, looking for his gym pass. In amongst the receipts, chewing gum wrappers and train tickets, he finds a date-expired, unused rubber; curry flavour. He’d bought it from a vending machine on his sixteenth Birthday. He holds it, he can feel it’s gone dry and crusty. He’s still wearing too much Lynx and the hair-gel is still slooping off his head...

Plans for the indecisive Plans for the unconfident Plans for the ill-prepared Plans for the avoiders of conflict Plans for the effeminate Plans for the masculine Plans for the identity clingers Plans for the identity seekers Plans for the identity shredders Plans for the bored Plans for the un-motivated Plans for the negative, cynical and depressed Plans for the self-aware bad-habbiters Plans for...

December, eh? Few words and a poem Greetings, seasons greetings. Life’s been a bit hectic these last few weeks, hence no post. This might sound like I’m contradicting myself but I’m currently out in America, on my honeymoon. It was hectic in the run up to getting here and we’ve been travelling around; New-York, Boston and now Dallas. So far so good, until I got COVD. I’m currently self-isolating,...

I’m a stickler for nuance, especially in the times we’re in now. Sometimes, it can be a pain in the arse - someone can state something and I find it hard to let it go without piping up, sometimes I wish I wouldn’t, sometimes I do shut-up then wish I did pipe-up, I can’t win and it probably makes me a pain-in-the-arse to be around. It’s worth mentioning, though, all of the above, I only tend to do...

If you know me, or you know the name of this blog, at least, you’ll know I very much enjoy drinking lager. These days, I don’t get to do it nearly as much as I’d like but I do enjoy a pint, or five. Those that know me well, know that I’m no fan of craft beer. It’s an odd thing to say, as craft-beer is a very broad-church and that rational part of me knows it’s an irrational thing to have a gripe a...

Mirror Movements by Paul Cree 2.11.21 Including the poem Weak Walking Shoes, at the very end of this     One of the many reasons I enjoy writing, to borrow a cliché, is that it allows me to hold up a mirror to my own behaviour and by extension, others too, hopefully. When I think about this, there is one image that often flashes up in my mind, over and over again, reminding me of that particular r...

Hello, good afternoon. Paul Cree here, Lager Time, blog, podcast. Second upload here on Substack. Thankyou to everyone that had a look, or listen or read of the first thing, it’s a bit of an experiment, but I’m kind of enjoying it. So this peice here, that I’m about to do, is something that I started writing probably early last year, maybe, Sepetember, I can’t quite remember, it was during lockdow...

Hello. Perhaps it would be good if I introduced this new venture into Substack. I’m Paul, I’ve been writing and performing for a fair-few years now, mainly in London, occasionally outside of it. I enjoy what I do. Before I did any of this, I was a rapper who wrote lyrics (and still does). Long story short, I never intended to do any of this, this being poems, stories, theatre, blogs etc (not consc...