I have some new snippets in my collection if you’d like to glimpse briefly into other people’s worlds for a moment. Bus Stop Snippets
I have some new snippets in my collection if you’d like to glimpse briefly into other people’s worlds for a moment. Bus Stop Snippets
Sometimes I cook fancy things. I chop. I peel. I cut. I knead. I slice. I season. I go on long convoluted shopping trips in order to track down 60 separate secret ingredients for Sambal, Bun Bo Xao and Garam Masala. But fussy people do not want this. They demand Macaroni Cheese. They care not …
So Virgin are offering these ‘punk’ credit cards. Oh the wonderful irony of it! Did the marketing/brand team really believe people would think, ‘Hey! I’m such a rebel! No-one owns me!’ … As they take out their credit card to fund their plastic life and remain in debt to the wealthy bankers who are laughing down their …
I got a call (well, a tweet) from an ex-colleague on Monday, offering me the chance of a few days work at a large ad agency in London. As I’m not that busy with my own business, I thought ‘Why not?’ I’d give it a go. Just a few days writing. A few days freelance. …
Now I’ve moved house, I’m trying to get back on track with my health and fitness. (Mmmm, just seeing the word ‘track’ makes me think of a delicious nutty treat…) I don’t need it. I think I am obsessed with food. Having a wobble So my week pans (…mmm crispy fried bacon) out like …
My blog has been sadly neglected. Poor little bloggy. Moved house. Moving on. Saying goodbye to some things. It was quite cleansing to unburden myself. Going through piles of papers. Throwing out crumpled cartoons, wrinkled pages of writing, years and years worth of diaries. It’s like taking a weight off the mind or soul. I mean, if you haven’t looked at …
So when it looks like not much is happening. A lot is going on under the surface. It’s just harder to show. There’s always something interesting, bubbling away inside our heads. It’s getting it out. That’s the thing.
Been a bit quiet lately. Lots going on in my interior world.
So, I went for a walk, and I stood to watch the river as it slid past. The sunshine made the water’s surface a mass of glinting white lines and triangles of light. Moving. Animated. Shining gulls over smooth green glass. I stared, mesmerised by the changing surface. Then I got the sudden vivid impression, the absolute …
I saw the birds perched in a tree at the end of the road. Black bird shapes on black branches, settled in silhouette against the cold white winter sky. I count 10. I think there are 10. What is in their minds? I know birds cannot be said to have consciousness of self in the …
the crone 