Sees fruit and leaves….

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23.40. Dark outside although there is a quarter moon. The new road lay out by St. Thomas’s hospital is just a little confusing I nearly drove into the Plaza Hotel. Drove Bee back to Hackney. Right across London. Over Southwark Bridge, through Shoreditch, down the Kingsland Road . Every time I get to Aldgate and … Read more

Question Crime

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The father of my daughter and I went to see ‘End Game.’ It was intense, cerebral, dark and worth a visit if you really know the play. Simon McBurney, he of ‘Complicite’ played one character, Mark Rylance, he of ‘The Globe’, played another, and Miriam Margoyles sat in a dustbin with her husband, Tom Hickey, in another.
Becket is a wonderful writer, but I felt that the only one who really got it was Mr. Hickey, who played the Irish dark humour deftly, it’s like dancing at a wake, the juxtaposition of bleak and funny, there was not enough funny.
I nodded off as did the man sitting next to me. I kept nudging him to wake up, good job it was the old git.

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All Change.

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Foster carers, Menopause, and the lap-top generation, not to mention Travis Payne, Michael Jackson’s choreographer.
That was on the menu today at LBC.
I pre-recorded Travis, a little nervous as I’m not a Michael jackson nut, although I do appreciate his brilliance. I went to Google and could only find a little bit about Mr. Payne, wahey! I thought, was he trying to hide something?
In the event he was a God-fearing dancer who had made good. If I ever feel like taking up the samba he’s my man. Humble, gorgeous, friendly, funny and touched by Michael…

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Disgusted from TWells.

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So there’s this reverend in Tunbridge Wells who says that playing Tina Turner at funerals is un-Christian and that the removal of sacred music is the beginning of the end. ‘Death to Death’ he said, he said he feels like a lemon when families read out badly written self- penned poems about their nans. The … Read more

Postal traumatic stress.

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Am I the only person in England who cares about the Postal workers, it felt like it today. After many of your calls this afternoon I can see why members of the CWU feel abandoned and lonely in their struggle for fairness. I cannot believe how heartless Lord Mandelson is, I cannot believe how devious … Read more

Hunker Munker

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The cold sun is shining on the cottage wall, even the clematis looks chilly. I have just come back from my Mr. Bibby who has finally taken my body in hand. Apparently the chiropractor re-activated an old sprain, that’s been the cause of my bpdy’s total melt down, all me bits and pieces have been … Read more

Little Voice

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Thank you to all of you for your suggestions of drugs and care…I am off to my cranial osteopath on Saturday so hopefully my fat ankle will deflate.
And yes I have read my audio blog myself glitches and all.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz made me laugh, I bet you say that to all the girls.
But now for tonights offering.

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The walking wounded

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There has been chicken casserole and champagne going on. There has been Alison Moyet, Jackie Collins and The Cove all wonderful people. There has been so much pain from the wretched chiropractor that the cooking of the above and the talking of the aforesaid has been a nightmare. Three hours in the LBC chair not … Read more

ken and jacky….

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With a salami sausage in one hand and four little oatcakes in the other it’s a little tricky writing this blog, but here goes anyway.
I have just come in from The National Theatre.
A memorial evening for Ken Campbell.
The great and the good turned up, paid their fiver, took their seats at 7.30 and laughed and clapped until 11.30 when the last of us left. Leaving behind memories, old friends and a very expensive cap in row J.
A huge picture of Ken presided over the proceedings.

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Mr & Mrs Humid-Efiar and their daughter Dee

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22.21 Sunday Night.
I am ashamed to say that the weekend is now ‘Strictly Come Howsyourfather’ then more rubbish with ‘X Factor’.
The weather was so lovely this weekend,but still the old git and meself had to go shopping in TWells to buy a new dehumidifier, however lovely the weather is the cellar smelt like a shitake farm.
We bought the last De Longhi humidifier from ‘Comet’ on the industrial estate.
After a coffee and egg mayo sandwich in the sun, opposite the new butchers on The High Street, we drove home. Jim fixed up the new machine and I set about organising everything around it. I had watched a film about a stairway in Sweden that has been made into a piano. More than 66% of people are dancing up the piano rather than use the escalator, old, young, fat, thin, single or paired it seems we all like running up and down the scale. The Swedes are changing peoples habits with fun.

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