Jeni Barnett – Page 91

Humbugs

18 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

Its Wednesday evening. I don’t know whether it’s me, my age, the planets, the weather, the time of the year, my impending holiday, my impending tax bill, my impending birthday. I don’t know whether its because I am not exercising, not exercising enough, not exercising at all, I don’t know whether its because I am … Read more

Chewsday

18 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

Why Oh Why do I do it to myself?
It’s too late for anything really BUT…
I’ve just watched a documentary about The Berlin Philharmonic.
The individual working within the group. The sense of excitment and terror at performance, the notion of all pulling together and then the one voice. The need to communicate.
It was profoundly moving.

THE CHALK GARDEN

12 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

By the time I got home last night my feet were humming, my back singing and my brain all of a concert. I fell into bed, cut out the noise of the old git, the daughter, her friend and the throbbing balls of my feet.
I fell asleep immediately until 6.00
Went back to sleep until 8.00
Did all my admin. and now, at 9.38, I am wacking out yesterdays adventures.
Hold on while I say goodbye to the Northern spouse.

Walk on the West Side.

10 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

The weather was 25 degrees.
The little red car had its roof down, made for a comfortable drive to LBC.
The show went so quickly. A really swift 3 hours.
Straight to the acupuncturist. After which I made a decision.

North, South, Eats and West.

5 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

Dear June, Is my ‘oosbind in mint condition?
What do you think?
He was six years older than me 32 years ago which makes him nearly 92%older than the number you first thought of.
It’s 00.04. Four minutes past the witching hour although it feels like 7 in the evening and I’ll tell you why…..

A Band On Men T!

3 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

The rain is here, its not big globules more a continual light spray of wet droplets.
The flat is vey quiet, but not for long…
B and the beau have just arrived.
Jim the oosbind has left for the cottage.
He’s gorn orf an’ left me guvnor. Taken hisself orf to the country on the back of his mighty Honder. Gorn and left me high and dry withart a penny to me name. I am a lawst woman, abandoned wiv only meself to blame.
Not to worry I’ll see him on Friday…
The show…..

I can see clearly now the smudge has gone

2 June 2008 by Jeni Barnett

I have finally broken my hikers block.
At 7.00 this morning, after a hugely naughty night of champagne, roast chicken and conversation, I hauled myself out of bed, looked at my fallen arches, fallen jowls and concluded I was just a fallen woman so I went back to bed.
At 7.30 I hauled myself out of bed, looked at my fallen arches, fallen jowls and decided that rather than repeat myself over and over again I would get up.
SO…..

Wet Wet Wet

29 May 2008 by Jeni Barnett

The air conditioning has broken in the studio that I share with James O’Brien.
SO
We are all HOT SEATING in the big studio now.
That means everything has to be picked up swftly before the next occupant takes their seat. Its such a rush that I left my flip-flops under the desk,
Whilst Petrie Hosken & James Hartigan were setting up ‘Drive Time’ I was scrambling around on my hands and knees between their legs….

Comedy and Tragedy.

28 May 2008 by Jeni Barnett

There’s something wonderful about driving into the centre of London when everybody is driving out.
On Tuesday night I felt queasy, hung over, and not a little irritable, but it didn’t stop me from jumping into the little red car and heading off to Whitehall – actually it wasn’t so much a jump more a careful sidle.
I was going to the press night of FAT PIG, starring Webb, from Mitchell and and Webb, and Kris Marshall from Kris Marshall…

Bank Holiday Madness

26 May 2008 by Jeni Barnett

Its the end of a BIG four days off.
The cottage feels a little more normal, even though there is a big space where the dogs bed was.
On Friday I collected my newly mended motor, handed over the fancy courtesy car and headed off to a new hairdresser. An ex-body builder who now heals. She does a mean cut and colour, which isn’t mind numbingly expensive, but her healing she does free of charge as she believes her power comes from an invisible force.
She so energised me I drove straight home, hood down, mowed the grass and tossed my hair over the compost – because I’m worth it – by the time I got half way through I was smiling. Damn but I love mowing that lawn, I even gave Marmite Girl a little nod as she sent kind regards for the weekend.