I’m toying with putting the boiler on. My feet are freezing even though I am wearing little white knitted sippers. My fingers are frozen, I refuse to resort to mittens and my nose has a cold tip like Jackson used to have.
I’ve eaten two bowls of salad, done my emails, eaten half a tub of blueberry yogurt – the soya kind surprisingly good – sorted out my twitter – made myself a green drink to get the acid out of my body, and talked to Hollywood, Uckfield, Monmouthshire and Hackney.
I have to finish reading Mr. Frisby’s book for tomorrow and then set about sleeping.
I love the NOLANS
Today I faced my own demons only to find that they were nothing but vain imaginings in my head. I LOVE THE NOLANS. they came into the studio and sang a cappella so beautifully the hairs stood up on my arms. I have started to fight back, every time a bully has a go at … Read more
a gum deal
I came into London on the 9.36 train having been to the dentist. 5 Nurofen later my mouth still felt like a wild pony had kicked me in the New Forest. Sounds like an anatomical euphemism. The show was not as hard as I thought it was going to be what with my mouth and … Read more
9.9.9
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
Talking about My Generation
I am reading the time. 22.25.
Have been home an hour, eaten some home made ratattouille, watched ‘Mock the Week’ and the News.
Compassion for the Lockerbie Libyan and free elections in Afghanistan. Bolt running to become the fastest man alive – how do we know that? – and cricket. Sometimes I weary at the way news is put together. The new crew of decision makers creating our mind set.
Last night I took a young woman to ‘The Ivy’ to celebrate her GCSE’s, she hasn’t got her results yet, but I felt it was my duty to remind her that there was nothing she could do about her performance now and it didn’t matter anyway.
Mondays child was full of grace
CLEA MYERS has written a book called TWEAK THE DREAM. It is a harrowing account of her struggle with addiction.The woman is full of grace. Today she came onto the show and made me cry with her courage and fortitude. Please buy it to support her. We talked about parks being eroded by property developers … Read more
1-2
One pineapple. One avocado. Two crispbreads and butter. One bowl of Special K with milk. One glass of water with two vitimin c tablets – orange flavour. One helluva day. One big 6 foot bed. One night ahead. One more thursday gone. Two you good night.
Never the less
HAIRSPRAY. Not as good as the original cast but nevertheless a good night. SUPPER. Not as good as last night but nevertheless it filled my belly. LBC. Not as good as yesterday but nevertheless it filled the airwaves. JIM. Not as good as being here but nevertheless he’s still on the end of the line. … Read more
Bon Bon Bonne
I had an ugly walk in this morning. Every turn ended up in a small street with no sun. Then I took a bus that didn’t go anywhere so I got out at Vauxhall bus station and took another l’autoboose to Waterloo. The show was funny. We talked about snoring until I nearly choked on … Read more