Intolerance

I have been practicing I WILL SURVIVE.
I’ve re-written the words so that when I stand up on MARCH 26th in CROYDON to celebrate being sixty and old I will be slick and well oiled.
I am having to write some jokes for the evening.
I am having to write some treatments for the radio.
I am having to get my chapters ready for my book.
I am having to read more books than Mad Mick for LBC.
And I have been recovering from the absence of the old git for three weeks. You would think, wouldn’t you that after thirty three years of marital blitz I could get along very well without him.
Well I can but I do not like it so let that be the end of it.
I did FUNNY WOMEN on Sunday night. I was taught a magic act by FAY PRESTO.
I don’t remember it but it went down well. I may do some of it in Croydon. I have been told somebody wants to book me in May to do it again. I kid you not. Magic now already!

To darling Soryl Angel, your box has just arrived.
I can’t wait to open it. I’m hoping there’s a quilt inside. I’m writing this on my blog so that anyone who actually wants to make you famous can order one of your best quilts in the world.
I have been down. Cyber bullying is insidiously hellish. When somebody attacks you, who doesn’t know who, who thinks they have a right to lay into you just because you don’t agree with them, its the lowest form of communication. An issue that should be adressed. If this is 21st Century communication bring back the quill is all can say..
The fact that I am on the radio, or the telly, the fact that I write a public blog does not make it open season for any body to be an abusive bully. It matters little whether the victim is a celebrity, a teacher or a child. It hurts. Children have commited suicide over it.
Teachers have had nervous breakdowns because of it.
Today we discussed homophobic bullying in school with children as young as 10 being physically and mentally abused. My callers, of which there were many, were more forgiving than they ought to have been. All agreed that the loudest noise often came from the weakest of vessels who could not accept differences in people.
Standing by who you are, believing in your own truth can be hard. If there is no negotiating with the truth then who is to say whose truth is the most truthful.
Is it not better to have the debate?
It took many of you ages before you called in, I know why. Revealing yourself in a climate of fear, sharing your truth in a climate of anger, exposing your vulnerabilty in a society that requires you to be like them is not easy.
I applaud every one of you for having the bollox to speak to me today. And I thank all of you who have been there for me in the last few weeks. Dear Soryl Angel I’m fine, but I’m not opening my box until my birthday.
I am trying to write more regularly, forgive my absence, it’s all about quarts and pint pots at the moment.