Extract from a frank and honest interview with Jersey Writers Social Group Member, Abigail Summer. TESSA: What was the hardest part of writing this book? ABIGAIL: I wasn’t prepared for the emotional turmoil. Many of the things that Colette endured were my own experiences. Two scenes were particularly hard to write. The first is when Colin opens up to Leanne about his childhood; at an early age, he couldn’t understand why he was dressed as a boy when he identified as a girl. The bullying at school, and the loneliness of his early teenage years.
The mighty M and S Bank Arena in Liverpool was built at a cost of £164 Million. Would you believe that £50 Million of the funding came from the EU? This is just ONE example of ONE city in the United Kingdom that has benefitted from EU funding. So, please remind me again... why are we leaving?
So how come I can remember what my homework was when I was eleven and I can't remember which floor of the multi-story car park I left my car an hour earlier? Decreased blood flow to the brain, apparently, so I’m off to see if I can remember how to stand on my head to precipitate a rush of blood to my brains.
On our final day in Liverpool, we crammed it all in. The Liverpool Museum, a ferry across the Mersey, duck and Cantonese noodles and prawn toast for a very late lunch, followed by my long-awaited mind-blowing experience.
Music is at Liverpool's heart and you can listen to live music just about everywhere, from buskers on street corners to bands playing in the pubs and restaurants.
I have been back at home for four days after a whirlwind weekend in Liverpool. Since returning home I have been walking around in a psychedelic haze. Nothing to do with mind-altering drugs but the buzz I left Liverpool with, which is slow to wear off. Knocking things off your Bucket List is a pleasurable experience and,... Continue Reading →
I am in boho mode. When I wake up in the morning the first thing I see are a pair of brown legs. As I drowsily come too, I realise they are attached to me. I am in a small corner of the EU that I know and love and feel I should be pretending... Continue Reading →
Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, so it's hard to believe that, by the end of today, it will be a week since we arrived and kicked off our shoes After a week's worth of downtime, I've eased myself into relaxation mode and it's a very comfortable place to be. I haven't seen the dawn... Continue Reading →
Today I was on the same beach I frolicked on almost 30 years ago. Those heady, carefree days I spent topless, chasing a frisbee, unaware that my pert little orbs were flying free. My svelte, flawless, bronzed body, glided across the ochre coloured sands and dived effortlessly into the Atlantic rollers. Occasionally, I would lie... Continue Reading →