WHATSERNAME, wordsmith.
Stand up tragedy, kitchen sink drama queen, the word on the pavement, homemaker, hellraiser, radical politics in a see through dress.
WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?
Poetry and prose combine in outrageous commentaries on life the universe and everything from the price of butter to the meaning of life.
WHAT IS SHE ON ABOUT ANYWAY
Whatsername has never travelled and has no intention of doing so. She has a fine art degree from Central Saint Martins, which serves as a constant source of embarrassment and despite her best efforts lives in a council flat.
She remains deeply scarred from a series of childhood traumas and is extremely bitter, slightly twisted as a result of her constant exposure to the downside of late stage capitalism.
Global concerns, local issues and domestic agendas provide a constant source of stress which is processed at the kitchen table somewhere between bedtime and breakfast, usually generating new material but occasionally lapsing into nauseating bouts of self pity or exploding into unprovoked tirades at hapless individuals.
WHATSERNAME can be found airing her dirty laundry in public at various open mike and poetry events in London.
Whatsername began her tawdry and sporadic performance career at Tony (the godfather of alternative comedy) Allen's
"Attitude, Wanna make some thing of it" workshops at some point in the mid 90s, which she stumbled upon in a vain attempt to escape the ennui of domestic life.
Since then she has performed as a regular with his performance club as well as other venues around town which she can't remember the names of, various festivals that she can't remember the locations of, copious benefits which she can't remember the purpose of as well as night clubs, parties, poetry events, AGMs, you name it. She does however remember participating in the first two series of Radio 4's Bespoken word because they paid!
Her unique mishmash of prose, poetry, profanity and party dresses is always inappropriate and is guaranteed to add outrage, hilarity and dodgy point of view to any evening.
My Stories
Vanilla Girl Submitted on February 12, 2011 - 22:05 | 466 reads
C**t. Submitted on February 4, 2011 - 16:25 | 274 reads
Working for the mouse Submitted on February 4, 2011 - 16:08 | 160 reads
To those of us who would bear arms, Submitted on January 29, 2011 - 13:49 | 190 reads
To Market To Market, Submitted on January 29, 2011 - 13:33 | 298 reads
Without a paddle Submitted on January 29, 2011 - 13:14 | 168 reads
Slices of life, Submitted on January 27, 2011 - 23:22 | 186 reads
The hand that rocks the cradle, Submitted on January 27, 2011 - 23:15 | 223 reads
Shut the fuck up Submitted on January 27, 2011 - 23:06 | 244 reads
Safe as houses Submitted on January 23, 2011 - 00:24 | 206 reads
As you like it Submitted on January 23, 2011 - 00:09 | 186 reads
Pester Power Submitted on January 23, 2011 - 00:08 | 207 reads
On my own head Submitted on January 20, 2011 - 22:36 | 211 reads
Out of the Dolls House Submitted on January 20, 2011 - 22:32 | 535 reads
N.O.C (Not Our Class) Submitted on January 20, 2011 - 22:29 | 193 reads
Munting Submitted on January 19, 2011 - 18:51 | 172 reads
Mine Submitted on January 19, 2011 - 15:38 | 190 reads
Like the sunrise Submitted on January 19, 2011 - 15:17 | 180 reads
Kitchen songs Submitted on January 18, 2011 - 18:06 | 360 reads
70 words per minute Submitted on January 18, 2011 - 17:18 | 409 reads
In Our Time Submitted on January 18, 2011 - 17:09 | 165 reads
??? Submitted on January 17, 2011 - 00:39 | 189 reads
Faithless Submitted on January 17, 2011 - 00:10 | 196 reads
Born to Shop Submitted on January 17, 2011 - 00:08 | 221 reads
Blinding Submitted on January 16, 2011 - 02:29 | 520 reads
And so it begins ... Submitted on January 16, 2011 - 02:27 | 156 reads
And do what? Submitted on January 16, 2011 - 02:22 | 152 reads
Glass Children Submitted on January 15, 2011 - 00:17 | 322 reads