I wish it were a year from now, and some of this pain had passed. Scott Capurro GT May 2009 My Mother, Donna, has died, and perhaps I shouldn’t be writing about this, but I have no idea what else to do. Everyone who knows that my Mother has passed asks, “How are you doing?” […]
Get her. I didn’t even know I thought this stuff.
But then that’s the benefit of a good editor. He put my thoughts together beautifully. i think when he asked me these questions, i was eating a sausage roll and running for a bus. So the glamour never, ever ends. These are a few of my favourite things: Scott Capurro, comedian The Scotsman Published Date: […]
Hey kids, come see this show. It’s fun. In fact, here’s a very nice review.
I think it’s nice. It seems mostly supportive. I dunno, I’ve been very emotional lately, so everything I hear or see leaves a pinched imprint. And I have a hard time reading reviews of my own work. I focus on one word, or wonder why the critic discusses my outfit, which this reviewer doesn’t do, […]
Whilst in San Francisco, strange things happen.
I’m not necessarily proud I Yogayed, but I did. And I want my friends to know about it. Actually, I am proud. It was fun to be a hippy again. Wait. I was never a hippy. I grew up in Marin, sure, but I was less organic farmer, and more an Yves Saint Laurent closet […]
So yes, my nose does look wonderful, thanks for NOT noticing!
So many people have said they can’t tell the difference between my old (mangled, deformed, shockingly awful) nose, and my new (vastly improved, much more useful, both aesthetically and in every other way) nose. But then that’s the point. That’s good surgery bitches, live it – learn it. Actually, right after I got the bandages […]
A Bethnal Green pastiche. I mean, it’s about time, right?
I was just so so offended by this retard’s reaction to my area. Actually, the end result was better, someone much more appropriate and lovely is looking after my flat, but at the moment when BG was criticized, I felt attacked. Violated. And Violet colored with rage. Hand to pearls, I wanted to kill that […]
Sinoplasty and abundant sunshine.
I’ve finally done it. I’ve finally taken care of my nose thing. My septum had become twisted after a nasal infection 6 years ago. Then in 2003, rushing to buy a pair of jeans at Harvey Nich’s in the UK, I ran into a glass door. My nose bled a lot, but the jeans were […]
I’ve just found out that what i’m having done to my nose is not rhinoplasty, it’s sinus-plasty or something, but this piece is still fun.
Can’t wait to get back to California. I’m way, way too white right now. I need sun and fresh…something. And of course there’s my homophobic president to contend with. ‘Change I can believe in’? But I already knew black men hated queers. That might never change. Oy. Oh, and holiday suggestion number 236: Watch The […]
Budapest: 1, Brazil: 0
Hey kids, I’m preparing Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m taking this break to let you know how thankful I am that you read this shit. Especially since, apparently, i’m ‘harsh’, to quote some club booker in London who no longer books me. I thought only the Comedy Cafe avoided my calls, but now I know this […]
Re-reading my November column makes me homesick for America
As did the presidential election. I agree with those who chose Obama – let’s give the black guy a chance to fuck it up for a change. But then came his uninspiring acceptance speech, the most seamless, unconvincing diatribe about freedom ever delivered from behind several 10″ by 15″ sections of plexiglass. My expectations were […]
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