I wouldn’t choose to sit on the front row, in an audience situation, and would definitely refuse to do so if the entertainment was a pantomime! The very thought of the possibility of being picked to participate in some way fills me with terror. I’m perfectly capable of embarrassing myself without help from a professional! … Continue reading Front Row
On BBC Breakfast Carol predicts a weekend of sunshine. Before she has finished handing back to Dan and Sally in the studio my chap has flipped open his laptop. “Fancy a bike ride?” he says, already tapping keys to bring up his route planner of choice. When I was a child I went on bike … Continue reading Shut up legs
My chap has a regular delivery of a magazine called The Week, which I had never heard of until I met him. 'All you need to know about everything that matters', is its tag line, which, despite it sounding a little bit smug, I quite like. I do not have a magazine subscription, I don’t … Continue reading I could live there
Everyone knows that chemotherapy makes your hair fall out. It’s one of those horrid facts that you just know without thinking. In the haematology block at Nottingham’s City Hospital this dark fact is in evidence everywhere - varying degrees of hairy and hairless heads, some swaddled in scarves or hats in an attempt to retain body heat. My dad was diagnosed … Continue reading jAfro
It is one of those cold, wet winter days consumed by grey. Where the sky seems to reach right down to the pavements and gardens in one vast wash of greyness. If I had a view of the sea at this moment the sea and sky would be indistinguishable from one another, just all grey, the kind of picture perfect for making a really tricky jigsaw puzzle from. I am in a loft room in the east midlands at present – a sea view a geographical impossibility. There are three roof windows cut out of the sloping ceilings, two on one side of the apex, one on the other, and the colour of sky is exactly the same shade in each. Farrow and Ball would list it on their paint chart as ‘nondescript grey’. Or perhaps just, ‘nondescript’.
A glass of pink fizz was waiting for me on the table in the bar when I came out of WH Smiths, my treat aeroplane reading clutched in one hand. I ‘cheersed’ my chap and chinked my glass against his. Flying with an airline where every little thing seems to be not included in the … Continue reading Writers’ Tears
In order to supplement whatever part time job I had at the time, and to top up my lager snakebite fund, during my ‘A’ level years I would meet up in town with friends and we’d take over a patch of pavement and busk. Sometimes I would be half of a duo, but mostly I’d … Continue reading The Gig
The road that I live on is a friendly sort of place. It’s not too long and not too short, with only one way in and one way out. It is home to an assortment of cats who may or may not deign to pass the time of day with you, depending on their mood … Continue reading Some other time
I love that you painted the Rolling Stones on your bedroom wall. Life size. In black. And that you danced with Rod Stewart. And that you climbed the Christmas tree in the market square with your best friend. And the story of how you first met dad down the folk club, and that you thought … Continue reading Mum,
For those of you unfamiliar with the BBC Radio Four programme, 'Desert Island Discs', I feel that some background information may assist in your understanding of the words to come. The programme was thought up by Roy Plomley, who presented the show 1942-1985! Then came Parky, followed by Sue Lawley 1988-2006. The current presenter is … Continue reading So Lonely
The Blog of a Nobody 