Jeni Barnett

I’m on Radio Sussex for one more week. 5.50 start. 6.20 leave. 7.08 Brighton. 7.30 Telly trail. 8.00 probable pre-record. 8.28 trail. 8.32 trail. 9.05 and we’re off. Last week we covered everything from Green living to Narcolepsy. A young 18-year-old by the name if Lewis Herzog, told us of his life and tribulations as … Read more

Well it had to happen, after the Labrador died we only had cats, then Emmy decided to die in the spring. She lay in the garden her front paws crossed, a smile on her face, as stiff as a board. Her long life had come to an end. And then we talked. We went to … Read more

I had a dream, not as eloquent as Dr.M.L.Kings, but a dream nevertheless. I dreamt that the Green Water People, Zuni’s, Apache’s and Sioux, Cherokee and Choctaw’s, and many more, assembled on the White House Lawn. Thousands of Native Americans from the North, to the South from the East to the West, from the Great … Read more

My dear bloggers The end of a weeeeeeek, a long long weeeeeek. Culminating in four hours at Drusilla’s zoo. On the radio I’ve talked to doctors, story consultants, an uninformed gay black-man who suggested that the two lesbians that got mugged on the bus brought it on themselves SCUSE ME!!!! I talked to green festival … Read more

June happened in the blinking of an eye. We watched the honey bees slurp the nectar out of all the blue flowers and counted the worm holes in the lawn. I planted up radishes, rocket, spinach and two tomato plants, refugees from Devon. There were birthdays galore; surrogate sons, nephews, granddaughters, godchildren, brothers. They all … Read more

I take great exception at having a new Prime Minister foisted upon me again. I cannot believe that I will be governed by a politician that is taken from the list of rent-a-twat. If I try and recall them it is with a sinking heart. I mean look at who they are, look who is … Read more

May came and went, and I’m not just talking about the month. My brother got married, we had our wedding anniversary and a pile of birthdays to celebrate – seven Taurus’s in a row. Some got cards, some got texts, a good many phone calls were made. We had German friends staying for a week, … Read more

It’s a funny old thing how subtly life changes. Having been a political animal for most of my adult life i’ve arrived at a point where I fear I can’t be bothered. I can’t be bothered to listen Nigel Farage ranting like a loon. His appropriation of rational debate, his ranting, his misogyny, his condescension, … Read more

So, having hit 70 I have no excuses. The gym beckons Gardening beckons. Walking beckons. Crabs, or should I say carbs, sugar and dairy have gone the way of the duckbilled platypus. I’m having new publicity pics taken. I have a new agent. I’ve written all my thank you letters. I’ve had my roots done. … Read more

70, Seventy, Seven Tea, however you cut it 70 looks less like that and more like this. What with everything going on in the world; climate change, dolphins dying, bees buzzing off, what with everything we all have to deal with like early springs and unmitigated summers, hitting 70 seems more like a blessing than … Read more