Our Cyprus – The Premiere

So last week was the official premiere of Our Cyprus, a short film I acted in which was directed by Alkin Emirali and co-stars Andy Lucas.

Without giving too much away, the film is set in modern-day London and tells the story of two men – a Greek Cypriot and a Turkish Cypriot.  The film looks at what happens when two opposing views collide.

Our Cyprus was part of the Euro Shorts International Film Festival, and was screened along with four other short films.

Anyway, this is what happened…

Before the Screening

I actually got there pretty early as I was meeting a friend, although as you can see from the picture below, the crowds must have known I was going to be in one of the films as the cinema was crazy! Look at them all queuing up around the block!

I’m pretty sure I could even make out a couple of placards saying ‘Angelo is great’ too. If you squint you can probably see them.

(You have to squint quite hard…)

And the adoration didn’t stop there either. I walked away from the cinema to avoid getting mobbed and a couple of fans ‘accidentally’ sat right next to me. Look at them! Shamelessly staring at me!

The fan love was getting too much at this point.

Having that many people grabbing at you and wanting autographs and photos can get quite dizzying, let me tell you.  I nearly went home.

The screening

OK, so all that about being mobbed was obviously nonsense.  Back in, well, reality, the screening itself went really well.

I’ve never watched something I’ve acted in on a cinema screen and with an audience, so it was quite surreal to be honest. I also hadn’t seen the completed film at this point either, so I was watching it for the first time along with everyone else. Fortunately the film was very well received, and a lot of people seemed quite moved by it too.  I won’t spoil anything, but at the end of one scene a lady sitting behind me audibly gasped!

Once all five films had been shown, there was a short Q and A with the directors, and I also made a brief appearance:

After the screening

After the films were all screened and the Q and A had ended, I was of course accosted by all my fans again. For anyone who thinks that being a world-famous celebrity is fun, look at the photo below.

They wouldn’t leave me alone!  Just let me have my drink in peace, people!  I’m just a man!


Our Cyprus will continue to be screened at other film festivals across the UK, and potentially abroad.

The best way to find out about these screenings is by joining the Facebook group, as all updates will be posted there.

London Premiere of Our Cyprus!

So, some of you may remember that I acted in a short film last year.  It was called Our Cyprus and told the story of two men in present-day London feeling the effects of the 1974 war in Cyprus.

Me. Acting and EVERYTHING.

Well, I’m pleased to say that the premiere of the film has been set for the Prince Charles cinema in London’s Leicester Square on 3 April 2018!

For anybody interested in going, please check out the Our Cyprus Facebook page for information about tickets and all that.

And for anybody not interested in going, I guess… well, go live your life.

Why are you even still reading this?!

Go!  There’s a whole world out there!



My standup gig on YouTube

So, I used to do stand-up quite a lot, but in recent years got a bit sidetracked by novel and short story writing, blogging, Creative Minds interviews, non-comedy talks and, well, life.

Long-story-short, I’ve started gigging again, and the video below is from a stand-up competition* I did last week at the Cavendish Arms in South London.

Feel free to share the video/let me know what you think in the comments…

And be nice, innit.


*I won the competition, by the way.  Yay, me!

My Creative Process Talk on Youtube

Last month, I was fortunate enough to be invited to give a talk at Inspire’d.

It was a really fun evening, and I had a great time both giving the talk – about the creative process – and watching the other speakers too.

Oh, and there was also wine, which is always a nice bonus.

Anyway, click the link above to take a look!


(And I don’t know why I look like I’m strangling someone in the video still either…)


The Artist is a crime thriller set in the world of creativity and the pursuit of fame.  A serial killer forces young actresses into a perverse trade off; they acquire Andy Warhol’s prophesied 15 minutes of fame, but that time will consist of the last desperate moments of their lives…

Click here to find out more



Why I avoid parties…



‘This is Angelo.  He’s a comedian.  You know, stand up.  Like Julian Clary.’

While I’m trying to work out whether or not to be offended, all three of them turn to look at me – the lawyer, the accountant and the admin clerk.   None of them told me what they did for a living, but I heard them trade names and occupations a couple of minutes earlier by way of introduction.  The party’s host (my soon-to-be-ex friend) decided that since I was standing near them she should probably tell them something about me.

By ‘them’ I mean a group of people having a perfectly nice time without me.    And by ‘me’ I mean a person who didn’t want to come to this party, didn’t want to have to speak to anyone, and definitely didn’t want to have to be funny.

The lawyer speaks first. ‘Oh that’s interesting. Go on then.’

Three expectant faces, looking at me.  I’m standing between a pot plant and a locked  window  (I tried it earlier) so running away isn’t an option, unless I  barge through  my three new friends , but I’m pretty sure that’d be considered assault, and as one of them is a lawyer I’m not keen to find out.

‘Um, I don’t really… I don’t really do jokes… I do like, observational things about… stuff.  I do some material about things in the news but not… not jokes.  As such.’

The group looks at me as if I’ve just soiled myself.

The admin clerk looks the most unimpressed.  ‘You don’t tell jokes?  You can’t be very good at stand-up then!’

Laughter all around at my expense: lawyer, admin clerk and accountant.  United in their amusement of silly old me.  I’m pretty sure the pot plant gave a little snigger in my direction too.

‘Sorry, what do you do?  Admin wasn’t it?’

She gives me a suspicious look, like maybe I know too much.

‘Yes… ‘

I take out my phone.

‘Would you be able to sort my text messages into alphabetical order by author please?’

I was wrong earlier.  Now she’s looking at me as if I’ve soiled myself.

The silence hangs in the air just long enough for me to put my phone away and feel pretty pleased with myself.  Angelo 1, Strangers I’ve just met and will probably never see again 0.

The accountant tries to change the subject.  ‘I used to do some acting when I was at uni. I love live performance but it can be pretty stressful can’t it?  I bet stand-up can get pretty difficult?’

I’m quite taken aback by this.  At last, I can have a real conversation about stand up with someone at a party!   Maybe we can actually talk about the stresses of comedy life, the peaks and the troughs, the highs and the lo-

‘You wouldn’t want me in the audience I can tell you.’

And turn and see that this is the lawyer’s contribution to the discussion.   I don’t think he was meaning to be rude, he was just being, well, a lawyer.

‘Why’s that?’ I ask good-naturedly, as though we’re all friends here.

‘Well, I can be pretty sharp when I want to be.  I’d beat you if I was heckling from the audience.  You wouldn’t know what hit you.’

He takes a sip from his drink as though that’s the last word on the subject.  The admin clerk looks really happy.

Before responding, I try to find a tone to my voice that doesn’t sound aggressive.

I don’t.

“Well …  you wouldn’t.  Comedians respond to hecklers all the time, if you think about the practice that goes into doing stand-up, not to mention the fact that comedians are on stage full of adrenali-  ”

‘Wouldn’t matter,’ he says, shaking his head dismissively, ‘I’d beat you.’

Me, trying not to sound aggressive again.  Starting my sentence with one of those half-chuckles that tells everyone I’m taking this really good-naturedly, really, and just happen to be pointing something out that isn’t true, and we’re still all friends here and I’m a good person so nobody judge me harshly.

‘Heh, I think it would matter.  Trust me, it’s very different in a comedy club.  You might not even really want to shout anything out and draw attention to yourself.  It’s quite differen-‘

‘No.  I’d beat you.  I’d definitely win.  I’m a lawyer.’

Another head shake, another sip.   I decide to make fun of him a little bit.  Non-aggression, my arse.

‘Sorry, and what’s being a lawyer got to do with it exactly?  You don’t heckle judges, do you?  You don’t stand there making the jury laugh, surely?  You’re basically just listing bad things about the other guy, or good things about your own.  So it’s not the same, is it?!  Unless you do actually just stand there making jokes the whole time, in which case you might have a point  that you’d be good at heckling, but you’d be a crap lawyer .  And you still wouldn’t beat me.’

I don’t say ‘you jumped up little prick!’ at the end of that sentence.  My tone and general demeanour say it for me.

The silence following my little rant isn’t what you’d call ‘golden’.

I decide at this point there’s basically one of two ways to go – backtrack and keep some dignity, or keep digging. It takes me exactly a fifth of a millisecond to decide.

‘And Little Miss Admin over there.  All this crap about me not being a good comedian cos I didn’t tell you a joke at a party.  It’s not just about telling jokes is it?! Any moron can recite a joke they’ve read in a cracker.  It’s about reading the audience, and honing one-liners and telling well-crafted stories!  It’s about getting out there and perfecting your technique!’

A little audience seems to have built up now, with people looking over to see what’s going on.

The accountant opens his mouth as though he’s going to say something.  I don’t let him.

‘No!  Accountant!  There’s more to it than that.’

I turn to the lawyer.

‘And all this stuff about beating me with a heckle, are you on crack?  How is a lawyer going to beat a comedian at comedy? I didn’t tell you when I met you that I’d be better than you at chasing ambulances, did I?’

Some of the ‘audience’ have started laughing, I’m getting quite into this.

‘Ooohh, I’m a lawyer, I charge people a thousand quid a day to go into court dressed like a tranny.’

More laughter.  Good crowd.  Maybe it was the wiggle I did as I said it.

‘Then I try and get the old guy who sits in a big chair to agree with what I’m saying so that I win, which means I can then charge two thousand quid a day to the next loser who is getting divorced.’

Not as much laughter at that one, but still some.  You’ve got to take what you can get sometimes.

Probably best to stop wiggling now though.

The accountant opens his mouth again.

‘Stop it! Accountant!’

This is my audience, get your own!

‘Ooohhh, admin clerk, oooh, I move paper from one filing cabinet to the other and that means I know about the state of British comedy!’

The accountant wants to say something again.  I pause to let him speak this time, not to be courteous so much as to catch my breath.

‘It’s really going for it!’ he shouts excitedly.

Not quite the heckle I was expecting.  Then I realise he’s looking behind me.

‘What? What’s really… going for…’

Then I realise everyone is looking behind me.

I follow their gazes and turn to look out of the window, very quickly seeing that my audience isn’t my audience at all.  They’re laughing because two dogs are shagging behind me and they can see them through the glass.

I mumble something about being upstaged by a pair of ‘bloody dogs’ and escape.

I don’t go to parties anymore.

Gigs are much less stressful.



A version of this story appeared on the Chortle website in their Correspondents section.  Written by me, obviously, I’m not plagiarising here.  If you’d like to read essentially the same thing all over again but on a different website, you can find it at: