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I'm a digital writer and one half of the creative new media power house that is XPT Limited
Interests: playing golf on the moon with David Bowie
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NO! FUGGS! GIVEN! You wanna ignore. You wanna criticise. Be seen or obscene Tell me nothin but lies I’m not you’re dog. I don’t wanna be. I’m not getting up. I’m not getting even. NO! FUGGS! GIVEN! Gettin on with my life. Wishing you could just die. Gettin on with... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at The Sleep Artist
WHERE YOU FROM?! You dropped the bomb You killed your dad You f***ed your mom WHERE YOU FROM?! You made me cum You think you’re smart But you’re acting dumb They said you were American They said you’re European They said you wanna colonise You don’t know what you’re doin’... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at The Sleep Artist
"God felt sorry for actors, so he gave them a place in the sun and a lot of money. All they had to sacrifice was their talent." Claude Raines Whilst Peter initially adopted me only as his personal assistant, within a couple of years I became his agent too. He’d... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at The Sleep Artist
Bob and Don have gone up the tower to see the view. I can’t do it. I can hear it. I don’t want to see it. drunken singing – in Russian and English - broken glass - woman shouting - in German - distant gun shots – sick truck engines... Continue reading
Posted Feb 16, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
June 1991 Dear Elizabeth It’s taken me almost a year to write to you. J’ai desolé. You will have read about the scandal and intrigue surrounding Peter’s death. It has been overwhelming. You’ll understand me if I say Peter has turned out to be more interesting dead than alive. Is... Continue reading
Posted Feb 14, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Qué amigo de sus amigos! Qué señor para criados y parientes! Qué enemigo de enemigos! Qué maestre de esforzados y valientes! Qué seso para discretos! Qué gracia para donosos! Qué razón! Qué benigno a los sujetos, y a los bravos y dañosos, un león! ‘Coplas por la muerte de su... Continue reading
Posted Feb 13, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
For three days he disappeared. Why is it always three days with him? On the second day Mother reported him missing, perhaps hoping to have another autumnal moment in the sun, very publicly wringing her hands, reviving an old outfit and poncing free drinks from naïve young journos and ox-like... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
09/02/75 Dear Daddy Miss Leslie says I can only write to you once every half term because it is so expensive to send letters to America. Either that or I should write to Mummy less. I would write to you every week if I could, so please do not think... Continue reading
Posted Feb 8, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
To say I didn’t know my father very well is an understatement. For the first five years of my life he lived in another country and would appear just a few times each year. My strongest memories are of film festivals where my mother would hold me aloft like the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 6, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
You know I do rather think he might have been present at my first exhibition, now I think of it. He would have most certainly had an invitation. Matilda would have seen to that. He was definitely part of a scene back then. London was still swinging - just. I... Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
"The public has lost the habit of movie-going because the cinema no longer possesses the charm, the hypnotic charisma, the authority it once commanded. The image it once held for us all - that of a dream we dreamt with our eyes open - has disappeared." Federico Fellini Peter Shure’s... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Peter modelled for this in his swimwear. So good-looking! Me, Nora and June trying out the roller coaster in Skeggy - 1930? Me in my happy place! First Hayter stall in London! Petey test riding the flying boat! Petey (holding his ball)) watching his aunties mucking about! Petey testing a... Continue reading
Posted Jan 29, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
“A society that kills its poets is a sick society” It is a peculiar aspect of my gift that I’ve had premonitions of three funerals in life. I have already attended two of them. I’ve admitted in previous contributions to the magazine* that my visions are confined to moments in... Continue reading
Posted Jan 29, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
It’s New Year’s Day. Happy New Year. We are still here and the war is not over. To make matter worse, a whole army of new kriegies from another camp hundreds of miles away have just marched into the camp. God knows where we’re meant to put them all. The... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Local schoolboy wins scholarship to top preparatory school Our congratulations go to Peter Hayter (8) from Skegness for winning the annual Norman Angell Scholarship prize for entry into Little St Hugh’s Preparatory School, one of the county’s most highly regarded schools. Peter won the scholarship for high scores in the... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
FROM THE DESK OF HELEN GROSVENOR You are such a PIG. And a bloody COWARD. Yes I lied. I did kiss Michael. And we did talk about being together. And well done you for catching me out. But it tells me everything I need to know about your pathetic male... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
With the coroner hinting that the body would be released within a few days, we were finally ready for a family pow-wow about what to do with Daddy. We gathered around Mother’s kitchen table in her Kensington apartment. It was decked out like a Provencal cottage, if said cottage happened... Continue reading
Posted Jan 23, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
"I'm disciplined in my doings and undisciplined in my emotions." Ursula Andress I have been asked loads of times if Peter Shure was gay or bisexual, and I can’t give you a definitive answer, I'm afraid. Peter didn’t talk about his sex life that much. Not to me anyway. I... Continue reading
Posted Jan 17, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
"Milk! I've been poisoned!" Robert Newton (as ) in Long John Silver Peter Shure often liked to give the director Guy Green the credit for getting him into the movies. When he graduated from cinematographer to director, Green seemed to be drawn to films with a lot of machinery in... Continue reading
Posted Jan 16, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Dead in bed The colour’s red You can’t escape the things inside your head Curl up small Turn into a ball And bounce your way out into the hall I remember pretending to be In a prison cell, chained to the wall I remember pretending to be Machine gunned down... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
“Filmmaking is a chance to live many lifetimes.” Robert Altman The more Peter spoke on tape about his life, the more I realised that he hadn’t been honest about his childhood, or indeed most of his life before the war. It left me with a dilemma. Do I continue to... Continue reading
Posted Jan 10, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
For a brief moment that summer, I had the idea I could escape. As Daddy’s executor, I had some control over his properties, and decided to delay the sale of his New York apartment. It was easy to bully Chris into accepting he couldn’t carry on living in it. The... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Thanks to documents that have come into the public domain since his death, it’s now clear that Peter Shure’s childhood was very different from the picture he liked to paint in interviews. In his early years, he most definitely was not the Chaplinesque ‘street urchin’ he pretended to be all... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
Synopsis Whilst trespassing in a local landowner’s woodland, two teenagers, Terry and David (Gary Riley & Christopher Shure) come across a dead body (Peter Shure). The victim is splayed out on the leafy ground in a pose that suggests a violent death, but there’s no sign of any wound or... Continue reading
Posted Jan 4, 2024 at The Sleep Artist
“He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow” You do know they wrote that song about me, right? At least I inspired it, that’s for sure. Did you know that? Oh yeah I hung out with... Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 2023 at The Sleep Artist