Enuff already

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After the show I took the train back with squirming children everywhere. Half term breeds parents who want to fill their childrens time with The Science Museum, The Battle Ship Belfast and under water aquarium fish in all of three hours. It’s all good, if a little rushed, it’s laudable but not when I need … Read more

Brits and me

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i am writing this on my tiny little lap-top that the old man bought and set up for me. I feel like I’m Japanese. I’m sitting in the cottage kitchen, Jim’s winding up his clockwork torch and I’m all yelled out from watching the BRITS. Much too old for screaming youth, although I do like … Read more

Neigh, neigh thrice neigh

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Like the proverbial Phoenix I am crawling out of the ashes. I have been battered, bruised, berated and bullied. But now, with the help of my friends and family I am ready to rock and roll. I have a new hair cut. I have my husband back for another few days. I have a daughter … Read more

Big Ben Chimes 9.00

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Everything squeaked this morning. The womans shoulder strap on her bag outside the Tate.
The bicycle that sped past on Horseferry Street.
My hips as I finally arrived at LBC.
I left very early.
Walked over Battersea Bridge.
Over Albert Bridge.
Then across Chelsea Bridge.
Right along the embankment. The Number 24 bust past me all the way to Hampstead.

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Ducking the trend.

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St, James Parked under a heavy sky. Smoke was billowing out of a Buck house chimney – had the Pope died? I walked round the lake and saw with my own eyes families of ducks dipping for supper. There was a veil of damp rain it was quite literally water off a ducks back. My … Read more

ONLY WHEN I LAUGH by JACK SHEPHERD

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I left the flat in the bright sunshine. It was cool and fresh. The boats looked like paper ships on a painted river. Walked over Battersea bridge, down Cheyne Walk right through to Pimlico, down past Victoria Station and then I got really fired up so I walked past Buck house, through to St. James, … Read more

Ox-tails

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Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy Year of the Ox. I am pogged on dumplings and custard cakes. Thank you to the GOLDEN PALACE in China Town, wonderful service, atmosphere and of course food. I am replete on Jasmine tea and conversation. Jim is doing his first tech run tonight then tomorrow we go to the … Read more

Hertfordshire and back

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Allan Sillitoe on Desert Island Discs, was so predictable. From ‘Old Man River’ to his stories. Not that there is anything wrong with predictability but being surprised by a persons life is always uplifting – he did not uplift me. I arrived at my mothers in time to buy a bag of Turkish delights and … Read more

Logs agogo

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POSITIVE SHRINKING by KEVIN LAYE, has had hundreds of you wanting to know about tapping.
Buy his book, it’s only little, and you’ll be able to tap, dowse and think your self slim – well that’s what he says.
I had a productive meeting with Steve Campen, my ex producer, who is now helping me prepare AN AUDIENCE WITH for March 26th in CROYDON. We talked over coffee in Garfunkles in Leicester Square. He started it – when I saw the tears in his eyes I started blubbing and had to agree that making it to 60 was something to sing about.
Which I may well do….

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