Peachy

The Peachy Coochy Nite, about to inaugurate its fourth season, has a transformative effect upon those who have...

Peachy has no voice in his head. This is the shocking thing that he disclosed at the place where he lives when I went...

How has the past month treated Peachy the text and image entertainment? Have, for example, the privations reached him?...

I crept up behind Peachy and saw what he was doing. You have to understand that he is a text and image entertainment...

When Peachy last disappeared without so much as a by your leave he was found on the very outskirts of northern London, where the thinness of the housing is matched by the thinness of the green that runs between the housing making it neither this nor that, where this is the town and that is the country.

Friends, I parked off the A505 near the coppice and made my way into the wood past the pollarded elms. As I moved between the saplings I saw that the high hills hemmed

the whole crazy, life-enhancing, team-building, inspiriting, runaway, whirlwind, tatterdemalion, light-hearted, frothpacked, foamfilled, bulgent, have-you-seen, must-have, let’s go, clippety clop,

In my capacity as Curator of David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites (I am David Gale) I am frequently asked to cocktail parties by people who wish to butter me up.

the police have captured Peachy because of his flamboyance. I receive a call from the police in the night and go to their place, positioned between a good part of town and a bad part of town.

Peachy Coochy, the popular text and image entertainment, recently professed an interest in Surrealism, the strange art movement. He set out on his upright bicycle and was not seen for several days.

Peachy Coochy, a text and image entertainment, is making his way down from Glasgow after a recent appearance. These text messages to his trainer shed light upon him, his qualities, his needs, his obduracy:

Dear Friends, Peachy is coming down the road again, sweeping aside the cabbage patches and darned socks of new Austerity Britain. In these straitened times, when neighbours pass a single cup of inevitably cooling tea from house to house

I was in Ipswich, just passing through, no particular business, when I saw Peachy sitting by the waterfront. “Good heavens, Peachy!” I cried, “Is this where you come in between?”

no sooner have the tankards been rinsed than, it seems, the immodest and unbelted Peachy presses presumptuously into the throng crying out “Look at me, everybody!”

Dear Friends, It’s that Effortless Second Season! Bronzed and relaxed subsequent to its time in the bask, David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites kicks off again on

Recently David was interviewed thus here, look:
The Interviewer: David.
David: What?
The Interviewer: Peachy Coochy is massive, right?
David: Yeah.

Dear Friends, the broadstairs, the enjambement, the squeet, the little pies, the supplication – these are notions but the Cooch (so tightly wound to its Peach) is a night out.

the attack, the width, the bigness, the disarmament – can any more of the better types of quality be shoe-horned into the glassy slipper of the Peachy Coochy Nite?

“Yes, the wide variety! Goodness me, the aplomb! Heavens, what laughs and deep thought! “
(David, 19/03/08)

It might be that a typical Peachy Coochy event contains contributions from, say, a reliable yet inevitably narcissistic performer, a lepidopterist, a nun, a surgeon, a robber.

Dear Friends, next Thursday January 31st at 7.30 pm sees the launch of the first of my Peachy Coochy Nites in the Bar at Toynbee Studios.