‘Caught some of Monday’s broadcast, the bit about make up.
About a year ago I watched a TV programme about troops liberating concentration camps after WW2 and one of the female survivors said that one of the officers managed to get lipsticks sent to the camp for the women, and that act of kindness made them feel like human beings again. It made me cry. So now every time I apply lipstick I’m reminded of that.
June’s blog made me realise that everything has a meaning, and that nothing is out of bounds.
I started feeling just a little complacent today, by that I mean I was relaxed.
I have to keep myself in check otherwise smugness creeps in, then you can kiss goodbye to a listenable programme.
The lead story today was about Princess Diana’s mother calling her a nasty name and Diana’s choice of men.
Loads of you e-mailed and texted but few called in. I think the subject of mothers and daughters was just a little too personal. The debate kept bouncing along for an hour, your stories could be described with two words. ‘UNCONDITIONAL LOVE’. Some of us may not like our kids, or mothers, but most of us do love ’em. A few men contacted me as well. Very touching
Then I interviewed Wendy Lewis who has just published a book about plastic surgery. I thought I was going to have a ruck but she was lovely, if a little too tidied up for my liking.
Most of you wanted to share your best hotel stories.
From Dubai to Glasgow, from London’s ‘Ritz’ to the New York’s ‘Chelsea’. It made me want to leap on a plane and have a butler undo my straps – on the suitcase silly.
The trip back to the flat was a nightmare, my windscreen wipers squeaked, the quarterlight is still gaffered, London Drivers drive like me….nuff said.
By the time I got back to the flat I was all itchky bichky.
But I had a huge green, crunchy salad, in front of the computer and three rice cakes smothered in nut butter. The last one fell face down on the floor, it was sod’s law telling me enough already.
The days are running into each other. This evening it was dark when I left LBC. So much for the return of lighter evenings. I hope you had a good Tuesday, tell me about it.
yours, as ever