Ruby Wax is an inspiration to women of my generation, no wait... judging by the wide-ranging ages of both men and women in the audience last night, she is an inspiration to us all. She is innately funny, down to earth and compassionate, in fact, she is a role model on how to be human. I am enlighted, Ruby, thank you.
If you didn't see Climate Change - The Facts on BBC TV last night, you should. Even if you think you are already doing your bit to halt climate change, you need to watch it, so the alarming stats are ingrained in your mind.
I watched the sunrise yesterday, as I often do. My writing day starts at dawn. It’s the time of day my brain seems to creatively engage. I threw back the curtains to greet the dawn on the day that marked yet another year since my arrival on the planet.
It hasn't quite sunk in that I'm going for four out of the nine days. I will be soaking up the words of wisdom of people I have admired for many years, such as the legendary Ranulph Fiennes. Much admired veteran journalists, Kate Adie, and Martin Bell. I hope to meet new friends along the... Continue Reading →
I'm guilty of having had more than one celebration to mark 'The End'. When I finished the first complete draft...and it was shite...after finishing the first few edits... yes... it's all very exciting when you finish editing drafts 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and even the 10th...but celebrating all these milestones is premature. I've had a very doughy middle for some time because my novel was only half cooked.
Over the years I have mastered the art of drifting off, which has inevitably led to me becoming a master of non sequitur.
I've learned by experience that one misconstrued adjective about a leading politician, even in jest, leads to the loss of hundreds of Social Media followers. And where would we be without our Social Media friends? As Brexit looms, hard or soft, who knows? It is very tempting to let rip about how I feel about the UK leaving the EU. I live in Jersey, Channel Islands, our rock nestles off the coast of mighty France. So close you can almost smell the freshly baked croissants. If I shout, bon matin tout le monde from our north coast, I can expect to hear a rallying cry of bonjour mon ami echoing back across the 14 mile stretch of La Manche (English Channel) that separates us. Jersey may not be politically entwined with the UK, but I feel we are bracing ourselves for less of the bon accord we have so enjoyed for many years.
Christmas has always made me think of the beach and palm trees. Even as a child I used to fantasise about escaping to a deserted beach.