Hoarse face

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I took the bus and tube to work this morning. I had no idea whether my voice was going to give out on me but in the end it was okay. I woke up sounding like a bird had nested on my vocal chords. In the event it was okay. I had to talk to … Read more

Who Nose…

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22.36 My throat is sore. My eyes are rheumy. My nose is so stuffed up I sound like a bunged up school boy. I had a great Sunday. Collapsed on Monday. Worse on Tuesday. Nearly buried on Wednesday. The bank account calls so I will be back at LBC tomorrow sounding like a Basso Profondo … Read more

Dorchester Doodlings

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1.48.
I tried to put new batteries in my flat phones. By that I mean apartment phones not horizontal ones…..
Got back from the Dorchester and the batteries had leaked acid everywhere. So now I have no phones at all.
Got the step ladder out of the utility room, scuffed my knuckles and tore the skin off my left thumb.
Climbed aloft and riffled through bags and boxes and finally found a bag containing two new phones, where they come from is a mystery.
Please understand; Me and instructions are not happy bed fellows. Normally the ‘oosbind would read the small print and I would take advantage. Tonight though I was on my own….

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Rain on my parade…..

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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.

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I love the NOLANS

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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

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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

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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

Talking about My Generation

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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.

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Yawn free

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23.51. Two new clothes racks for the flat. Jim brought them to the Arcola and we loaded them into my little red Nellie. B and I ate a massive turkish meal, opposite the thatre, choked on cake and laughter then met up with Zoe and Corin the middle kids, who had been to see Jim. … Read more

Mondays child was full of grace

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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