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I cannot Alka-LIE

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Apples and pineapples are soooooooo delicious BUT they do my gut in. Too much sugar, too much acid. I woke this morning feeling less than magnificent, however, I made yoga. A beeeeyoutifool young geezer struck up some chat. Only a little one as we needed all the breath we could get. Todays teacher somehow managed … Read more

Yogi Bare

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I’ve spent all day collating years worth of writings. The memoir now has at least nine different titles.
The job is putting it all together then sending it off to my agent, writing more bits and editing what I have.
It’s 8.10 and my eyes feel like brussels sprouts that have been overboiled. It’s all that looking at the screen and trying not to be tooooo self critical.

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Rain Stopped Play

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I cannot lie after two rums – with fruit juice – I am utterly unnecessary.
The Pacific Ocean is calm athough the rain continues to come down in buckets, then spades and now in splishes and sploshes.
I resorted to trousers, B’s socks, a t-shirt and a big sweater, The old git put on his holiday jumper, and the child put on a thick cardigan that made it feel like we were on vacation in the Alps. We are all sitting round the big table, the candles are lit, the crickets are chirping, the waves are lapping, and the chicken is marinating.
There is a full moon tonight at 9.36 so I am reliably informed by Freddie, our man from the hood, that after this moon summer begins…..I bleedin’ well hope so, I haven’t travelled 5,000 miles to sit in damp clothes whilst the howling monkeys bellow for some sunshine, we could have stayed in Blighty. Okay there aren’t any monkeys in England, alright only the ones in Westminster,.,.,

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Peace One Day

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Today is Peace One Day, and so it’s time to make peace. It has been made clear to me, 30 minutes ago, that many of you were jumping to the wrong conclusion. LBC have been very kind to me over the last three and a half years and I don’t want any of you to … Read more

Finchley Road

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Walked through Battersea Park this morning, the air was as crisp as a newly baked roll. The sky peeked through the sycamore trees and I felt energised. It was like walking through Prospect Park West in Brooklyn.
Got to work in time for a chat and a cuppa, did the show then set off to North London for a healing from Seka Nikolic.

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To Thaw the frozen Lakes Again…..

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Bringing up baby, Dementia and Bodies. All the subjects were linked in some way. How we bring up our children, how we treat our bodies and the alienation we feel towards our very own flesh and blood . Suzie Orbach, Fiona Phillips and Matt Brown were just three of my guests today. They were all … Read more

9.9.9

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And so its Wednesday already. I am writing this in bed on my tiny little laptop.It’s nearly the top of the hour, the weather forecast tells us that its coooler and fresher, a chilly night tonight, it feels like Autumn is upon us. The Green shoots of recovery have bypassed me, if there are green … Read more

Bucket Bag Lady

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Dear Brighton Belles, so you want more puns in South Africa eh?
Well I’ll do my very wildebest – is that good enough?
Andy, I am not publishing your comment about me and scaremongering and the MMR debate because reading between your lines you want to start a fight and I’m not interested in having a nasty verbal spat with you. If you want to talk to me then do it respectfully or not at all. If you can’t tell the difference between real debate and argumentative sniping I suggest you go and ask somebody clever like Stephen Fry to teach you how to do it….
To Marmite and all my old bloggers it’s lovely that you are still bothering, to my new bloggers – well here goes:

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enough already

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I was exonerated over the MMR jab. Now I’m receiving abusive emails from people who are rudely accusing me of dodging the bullets. Having been taken out to dinner by a celebrity scientist and then royaly shafted over my gulls eggs I have decided not to have anything to do with cruel people who hide … Read more

Honey I shrunk my brain

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Jim put his ukelele on the roof of his car and drove off. it’s in a car park somewhere in Hornchurch. B has just been evicted from her house. She starts her new life on June 4th with a pile of trainers, a lap top and no known address. I had dinner last night with … Read more