As I was saying some months ago….sorry about the
silence but bad light stopped play in the shape of broken ribs and various
complications and enough already.
A MAN CALLED WINNER
Some years ago when we were living in London we developed a long standing desire to
wall our garden.
DON’T I KNOW YOU?
are often and usually most unfairly famous for their conceit. People love to prod
the artiste and see the stuffing pop out, but there’s another side to the coin
as always and it’s this: Joe Public's got quite a big head on him, too and if you
pull up your chair and listen I’ll tell you how and why.
THE EYES HAVE IT
a lot of lucky people I recently had my sight restored this year. Nothing dramatic
– just a couple of cataract operations which are fine, once you’ve come to
terms with the fact that someone is going to stick something surgical in your
FACTS OF LIFE
I was ten and came home from school one day I found my sister closeted in the
dining room with our father. My mother reassured me that there was no trouble
and the reason that my sister and father were parleying was because my father was
telling my sister The Facts of Life. Not having a clue what they were - naturally
I enquired, whereupon my mother’s eyes took on a veiled look as she told me
that to know those I must wait for the day when I too would be summoned into
the dining room to be told.
People are inclined to wonder why and how anyone
starts writing, and so far I’ve never read a really good explanation yet as to why
someone else was dipped in ink – as to whether it was their parents’ fault or
their own or whatever. Whenever I get asked this question I tread water like
mad as I try to come up with some plausible motive, but so far I feel I have
failed utterly to convince my inquisitors with any given reason. Truth is, I really
am not at all sure.
Certainly I have always read a lot – an awful lot
as it happened when I was a child because until the Queen was crowned we had no
television and as children we were most certainly not allowed to stay up later
In common with many other people I suspect, I was somewhat
dreading the Games and for various reasons, the main one being fear of
disappointment. As someone who follows sport in this country I think that’s fairly
understandable most particularly when you think of football which I have now
stopped watching all but entirely and utterly. How they have managed to take a
great game – no, notthebeautiful
game, just a very good game – and turn it into ninety minutes of utter
WHATMATTERS IT ANYWAY?
Once at the first night party of a play of ours, someone quietly asked usif theatre mattered.I don’t know why the question needed to be asked at such a time but asked it was; nor do I know if it was meant seriously or facetiously, although recalling the look on the face of our inquisitor I was inclined to believe the enquiry to be of a facetious nature, and here let it be said that I dislike facetiousness intensely, seeing it as no more than a cowardly form of sarcasm which in itself is little more than the worst form of joke, which was possibly why the question rankled and still does.
SON ALSO RISES
It was quite a weekend, the last one. As all of
those who live in this country know it rained as in biblical proportions, and
likewise since it is the stuff of which Britons are made, we smiled in the face
of adversity and pretended it wasn’t happening. Since it was the week of Herself’s birthday –
(see her own blog on thatwww.charlottebingham.com- O Perfect Day) we had certain things planned which we were blowed and dashed
and splashed and soaked if we were going to cancel.
Music is very much the vibe right now. Never has
the phrase andshe shall have music
wherever she goesrung more true. Now she can
have every kind of music played in every kind of way on every sort of occasion
and if you just look at the words in that sentence and don’t bother too much
about the import you’d be kind of inclined to thinkcool -or maybe evengroovy -or
who knows? Perhaps evenmarvellous.Except.
Except yes – because there’s always abutto come along and spoil everything, isn’t there?