Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
...JP is so perfectly-observed, I nearly laughed my arse off. The blank stare, the inflated sense of entitlement, the amorality, the profound self-centredness, and the paucity of intellect. Hope they don't delay a second series for long. I mean, will you at least see if this coke is poisonous?
Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
In this remote and beautiful Dales village, the whole community co-operates and competes in displaying imaginative scarecrows each year. Round every corner, a surprise; some funny, some satirical, some beautiful, some moving, all slightly eerie.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Took a spontaneous drive to Haworth this afternoon. Struck by the impossible smallness of the Bronte sisters' handwriting in their normal manuscripts and letters, which make the tiny Angria texts look positively microscopic in comparison. Wonder if it's a sign of a secretive nature. Enjoyed a stroll round the village and a walk on the moors. Returning tomorrow with the children for a trek to Top Withens and a picnic. Earlier in the week, took the children to Scarborough for two days. Lovely fun.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Well, an extract from my novel-in-progress has been published in print here; I spent the whole weekend in pubs and halls reading my poetry in Scarborough; and I disgraced myself somewhat after one too many real ales in the beer tent. Good times!
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The dummy is not something I ever use, but walking into a silent, bright room at work normally reserved for drama practise and finding thirty life-sized torsos (presumably for CPR practise) lying all over the floor was a singular experience. The sharpeners are indispensible to me.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Sometimes, just sometimes, my life gets better on its own. I have a travel fund courtesy of my kind dad and will be taking my children to Bruges again, which is their obsession. If I'm clever there may well be enough left over for a short trip to Paris.
In the process of photographing some of my addictions. Today I have been confronting olive jars. Tomorrow, notebooks and sketchbooks.