Box Office Information!

Booking a ticket for Kirkland Ciccone’s postmodern pop culture DIY show The Dead Don’t Sue at the Cumbernauld Theatre is very easy.  All you have to do is phone 01236 732887 and book the tickets.  Let’s see that again:

Box Office is:

01236 732887

Ticket Prices Are:

Adults: £7.00

Concessions: £6.00

The poster for The Dead Don’t Sue at The Cumbernauld Theatre.  Well, possibly, but I think it’s fab.  If you live near or in Glasgow then you can come.  It’ll be fun!

The poster for The Dead Don’t Sue at The Cumbernauld Theatre.  Well, possibly, but I think it’s fab.  If you live near or in Glasgow then you can come.  It’ll be fun!

I was so excited by the new local Fopp…and then it shut down two weeks later!  I screamed, cursed and then calmed down and wrote this.

The New Adventures Of Kirkland Ciccone!

Greetings Citizens!

I’ve been very busy of late trying to get prepared for The Dead Don’t Sue and revamp my manuscript for my hopeful debut.  Hundreds of pages to look through, cut, reinstate and rewrite.  It’s taking a while but it’s getting there.  My agent will let me know what changes she thinks I should make and of course I’ll take whatever advice I get onboard.

My planned appearance in the local papers to promote The Dead Don’t Sue (tickets onsale now!) went slightly awry when my Charlie Chaplin moustache made me accidnentally look like Hitler!  They had to be changed rather hurriedly.

I was out this week indulging in a busy social life.  I went to The 13th Note to see my friends in Popart and meet up with The Paraffins (details a few posts below) and it was a great night.  I had one of The Blue Lips do a Smiths cover for Claire.  She loved that.  I nearly wore the zebra jeans but decided to be demure instead.

Yes…I am capable of being demure!

Meanwhile, my brother is keeping himself quiet as his body rids itself of all drug fugginess. This is a good thing of course.  He’s got a court case coming up which involved his dearly departed girlfriend who was found in her flat while he was in rehab!  With luck things will sort themselves out for him anyway.

Moody Blues Me!
My jacket is from Paul’s Boutique and I feel like I’m ten foot tall when I wear it.  Unfortunately it’s so good I can’t wear it outside incase a bird divebombs it with excrement.  How paranoid of me!

Moody Blues Me!

My jacket is from Paul’s Boutique and I feel like I’m ten foot tall when I wear it.  Unfortunately it’s so good I can’t wear it outside incase a bird divebombs it with excrement.  How paranoid of me!

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Kirkland Ciccone Is Listening To:

The Paraffins

The Paraffins - Something Good (Ben Butler And Mousepad Remix)

I’ve been a huge fan of The Paraffins for a long time.  The Paraffins are one person called Billy and he assembles musicians, singers and remixers depending on what he needs for a song.  He used to be in The Electroluvs too.  Hurrah.  It’s difficult to pigeonhole The Paraffins into one musical category but he’s defiantly indie (which is the best way to be of course) and last week I finally got a chance to meet and see him live at The 13th Note.  He was brilliant.  This is a remix of his new single and takes his weird pop and takes it from fab pop melodrama and turns it into an indie dancefloor destroyer.  If you love your pop quirky and real then embrace the strange pop of The Paraffins.

Something Good is available to buy on iTunes!

The Paraffins On MySpace!

I Was Recognised In Tesco Yesterday...

That is, of course, very bizarre.  I didn’t even look like me yesterday.  I must become used to my minor celebrity now but I think I can handle it.

I’ll write a big update on what I’ve been up to soon.  It’s been hectic!

K x

Kirkland & The Boxes Aplenty Story!

Hello everybody!

Kirkland looks shocked!

I’ve been away having adventures.  My older brother, as you know, was in rehab to deal with some problems and after the death of his girlfriend (who was found dead in her flat in November) that was the best place for him.

Until he arrived at my door on New Year’s Day.  Happy New Year!  He seems to be doing well.  In fact he helped me move all my boxes to my new house which has a lovely fireplace and my tiles are intact as well!  The strain proved too much though and he declared, “All the valium in this place couldn’t make me move another box.”

Bless.

I’ve written up my Press Release for all the local papers.  That sounds rather grand but for me to hope to sell tickets for my shows, I need to get everywhere, and the recession is making things more difficult.  I write all my own material and it really is a one man operation.  I’ve got my literary agent but that’s a completely different department from my DIY performance pieces.  So it’s the Cumbernauld Theatre in March and then The FTH in June and that’s it!  I’m going to be busy rewriting what I hope will become my debut novel.

Hurrah!  I’ll scan a copy of the feature written about me when it’s published!

In other news:

One of my sisters is shopping online for a bull dog.  Those things give me the creeps.  They’re so fat, aren’t they?  Poor dogs can’t even walk properly because they’re so big but their legs are small stumps that ineffectually prop them up.  I should report my sister to P.A.B.B. (People Against Bad Bulldogs) and watch as they hit her with sacks of flour.  But if that happened then my sister would be forced to unleash her own brand of justice on them.  That would not be a good thing.  I’ve seen my sister drunkenly chase her boyfriend naked down the street wielding his own training shoes as weapons.

"Do you want to come with me to Mothers United to Fight Felons next week?"
— Why do you think I turned my Mum’s request down?  Think about it carefully.  It’s very difficult to take that group seriously.
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