Drayton: An Introduction

Hello.

Mr Dipper has very kindly asked me if I would like to be a regular contributor to his august site, and, as he has said nice things about me here in the past, I feel it would be churlish to refuse this opportunity. Also, I’m a raging egotist with a misguided opinion on just about everything, so the column inches suit me fine.

By way of introduction I feel that I should introduce myself with a brief resume, to give some impression of stability and status. I have worked in theatre and comedy for a good long while now, although recently I’ve diversified into radio and playing records. I have lived in Newcastle for twenty five years, coming here as a callow mature student to study creative and performing arts at the polytechnic. I have used the same gentleman barber in all the years I have lived here, a fact of which I’m very proud.

I would also like to state that I am a close personal friend with many top rated North East comedians. I have stood by Steffen Peddie as he’s begged the man behind the glass at Easington services for him to go back and get the digestives with chocolate on. I have driven John Scott round Manchester as I know it’s the quickest way to get back from Buxton talking endlessly about David Bowie. Gavin Webster‘s dog has barked in my face, solidly, for three hours whilst we drank heavily in his kitchen.

This column won’t all be showbiz glamour, there will be pith, piss and vinegar. If you feel strongly about my comments please get in touch and we can have a lively and mass debate.

Next week I will be tutting and blowing off about The Brits.

Yours,

Mr Drayton.