So I got there early having been to a caff next door where I downed the biggest baked potato since the famine, more baked beans than Heinz, a coconut cake and a pot of Earl Grey tea. The proprietor called it a herbal tea and I didn’t want to disappoint so I kept quiet, the eleven quid it cost me for my pre-theatre meal was worth every carb.
I waddled into the ‘Apollo’ on Lower Regent Street, having walked the whole length of Upper Regent Street before I realised that the ‘Apollo Cinema’ was not a moon walk away but literally round the corner from LBC.
I sat down in the second row and gobbled up the popcorn that had been left for us BAFTA members, then started on the sweets, another pot for the privileged.
Jeni Barnett
Building Jeff Bridges
I had a massage last night which included a guided meditation and a re-arranging of my ankle. This morning it hurt so much I had to take three Nurofen. By this afternoon the pain and misery of months seems to have past. Apparently the tendon was pulling across the liver meridian which is all about … Read more
Wrinklies forever.
Everything is fine.
This morning a big, plump South African rung my bell.
He came upstairs and with notebook in hand, took down fastidious notes about cleaning my carpets.
Then a young man from the Far east, and I don’t mean Leytonstone, arrived with a big machine, bottles, mops, and a look of deep concentration, had words with his boss and set about shifting a rug here and an armchair there.
I left.
A Dear Jonno letter.
Thanks to all of you callers today. Jonno thinks I should be taken off the airways and that I should ask for forgivenss for my views on the MMR vaccine. I like being on the airwaves, making waves, trying to make a difference, listening to thousands of you having your say. And surprisingly enough Jonno, … Read more
4 give ness
Thank you all for your supportive comments. I think this blogging lark is remarkable, even if I am a twit when it comes to the workings of it.
I watched a wonderful documentary about the world wide web, the internet, and freedom of communication. For a long time I have harboured a bitterness towards Mr. Stephen Fry, his refusal to acknowledge anything that isn’t SCIENCE, with a capital ‘S’, but every time I see him talking, so eloquently, about things I can scarcely understand I really have to bow down to him.
His comments about the webs possibilities and Sir Tim Berners Lee, who created the www, made my heart sing. Anything that enables people to have freedom of speech and access to knowledge has to be applauded.
I watched ‘QI’ as an act of redemption, as I laughed I felt the liberation that comes with finally letting go. Mr. Fry believes what he believes and I have my own set of values. Hurrah that we can share the same air waves.
Homage to Pedro
I slept in until 9.15 this morning. Booked the man to clean my oven. Left my phone to discharge itself. Took the 170 to Victoria. The tube to Leicester Square. Felt like I was made out of India rubber, it was that damn massage last night. I’m still exhausted but feel a lot less up … Read more
Souper
The old git doesn’t get in until after eleven. He’s been thrashing out his servant at ‘The Lyric’, Hammersmith. The first half of ‘The Three Sisters’ is not good, the second half better. By the time he gets home he has endured one half that’s not as good as the other whilst wearing a crash … Read more
Pets are people too…..
Apart from talking to Roger Reese and Sir Ian Mckellan, wonderful men who made me miss being an actress, I talked to people about what they fed their pets.
An article in the newspaper shone the spotlight on the tins of muck we feed our dogs and cats, many include eyes, cereal and stuff picked up from the floor.
Two men turned off and wrote to tell me that that’s what they were doing. They failed to see that how we feed our pets is part of the advertising stanglehold that multi national companies have over us. How we treat out pets, our animals, our children, our elderly is all part of the same thing and if they cant get it i ‘m happy they are no longer part of my audience.
Blackberry Blues
I have a new Blackberry I hate my new Blackberry I cannot understand my new Blackberry. It is more irritating than the most irritating presenter on Channel 5. I am seriously thinking of giving back my Blackberry. With all that is going on in the World my Blackberry is a tick on the bum of … Read more
Hurrah For Gary.
Is the rain preferable to snow? I think so I can see the green of the grass..
Jonfan called me from the cottage, the guttering is frozen and it looks like the cellar is going to flood from all the water.
The old git has his first preview on Saturday night so I shall be alone in the cottage this weekend, dealing with it.
I need to go back I need the colour of the walls, the softness of the carpet and I need to pick up three weeks worth of post, not to mention doing the accounts.
January is always fraught, tax bills, lack of sunshine and nothing to look forward to until march. I love my birthday. This year I’ll be in Radlett on 21st, three days before I hit 61. Bloody daft age, if you ask me, I may just stick to 60 it sounds better.