it’s 18 minutes past 2.00 and I’m still in my winceyette pj’s.
I’ve been diving into my days since the last programme – which as many of you know was extremely emotional.
It was also indulgent, funny, spirited, busy, musical, fattening but most of all e-e-e-e-e-motional.
Thank you so much for all my touching emails and messages.
So life now takes a different turn.
Monday I was shredded. I could hardly walk. Even though I knew my time at the Beeb was coming to an end it still hit me hared. Life -as we know it – had come to an end.
Although I am still covering at the end of October, and have just been asked to do Christmas and the new Year. All to be negotiated around the Old Git’s dates.
Jeni Barnett
Lillie McCloud
Two days to go and my life, as I know it, changes irrevocably. The pattern of my life has been shifting and changing since 2010. Four and half year phases predominated. Then LBC put pay to that. Three and a half years and I was moving on. The Beeb have squeezed that three years into … Read more
looming swansong
My last show looms. How kind many of you are for sending me supportive messages. How unkind some of you have been. Doesn’t help to be attacked. of course I feel vulnerable, and yes your nasty comments do pierce my elephant hide. Maybe thats what you want? I’m down but not for long. My father … Read more
Blackberry Hill.
Little blue shorts and purple vest thingy, my trainers and a hair clip.
Yesterday I went to my brilliant beautician, who I have been seeing for 23 years, and spent an hour and a half having all my naughty bits removed.
First she slathered anesthetic cream all over my face and neck, then I held a metal rod which kept the current going round. Then she pricked me with a sharp little needle and cauterised all me blemishes. When the feeling came back into my face it felt like my skin was mmmming and humming, mmmming and humming.
Today I look like a Garibaldi biscuit. I may have mentioned that yesterday.
This morning , wearing my purple ensemble I ironed and tidied up before my wonderful cleaner arrived. I wanted her to do things in the kitchen which four baskets of ironing would have prevented.
Anyway ironing is one of those right brain activities which allows thinking. I kept the radio off and mulled over all sorts.
My writing partner.
BBC London.
Voice Overs.
Agism.
Poverty.
Loneliness.
What to cook for supper.
How long I would look like a Garibaldi.
Then I called my nephew – DAN THE MAN – who is so sensible and wise and clear and delicious. By the time I had pressed the last pillow-case and duvet-cover he had sorted me out.
Little blue shorts and purple vest thingy, my trainers and a hair clip.
Yesterday I went to my brilliant beautician, who I have been seeing for 23 years, and spent an hour and a half having all my skin tags removed.
First she slathered anesthetic cream all over my face and neck, then I held a metal rod which kept the current going round. Then she pricked me with a sharp little needle and cauterised all me blemishes.
Today I look like a Garibaldi biscuit. I may have mentioned that yesterday.
This morning , wearing my purple ensemble I ironed, and cleaned up before my wonderful cleaner arrived. I wanted her to do things in the kitchen which four baskets of ironing would have prevented.
Anyway ironing is one of those right brain activities which allows thinking. I kept the radio off and mulled over all sorts.
My writing partner.
BBC London.
Voice Overs.
Agism.
Poverty.
Loneliness.
What to cook for supper.
Then I called my nephew – DAN THE MAN – who is so sensible and wise and clear and delicious. By the time I had finished the last duvet cover he had sorted me out.
Lantern lunacy
1 o’clock and my body has finally been addressed. On the last day of August I have begun again. I’m playing the Bee Gees in tomorrows show just so’s you know. I Snarky Puppied round the houses. Taking in the hot sun, the abundance of blackberries, the very, clear, bright light, the waning Policeman’s Helmet, … Read more
Strictly no Dancing
What a strange old time. My feet and fingers are cold. I’m wearing my mothers old cardigan, pink wooly socks and my flannelette pyjama trousers. It must be AUTUMN setting in. I’m going into the vegetable patch to pick a big lettuce, some spinach and kale leaves then make a huge salad. On Saturday the … Read more
Radio Kent
It’s Wednesday evening. The window is open and there’s the distant buzz of an aeroplane flying to Gatwick. God’s Gift has just watered the garden and I’m sitting in the attic xorsted. Depping at Radio Kent. A splendid activity. Tomorrow and next week. I leave the house at 7.45 and get into the studio by … Read more
SUNDAY AUGUST 4th
JOIN ME FOR MORE SUNDAY BANTER. 9-12 on Radio London 94.9 this August 4th – tell me you favourite ice-cream and why. Where would you most like to lick it…..not the cornet, silly, the location. And your oldest friend stories. Do you holiday with one special friend? Have you ever fallen out and then had … Read more
God bless the Child
Interesting deeeebate. See if the powers that be valued creativity then we wouldn’t be in such a mess. Thems that know say when culture gets marginalised, and takes a battering then Society is on a hiding to nothing. ‘Scroungers’ are few. Responsible people are many. In fact the majority of us have paid our dues. … Read more