Posts Tagged ‘books’

skull stuff

20Oct10

By God, this internet thing is something else. Just when I’m yawning in the face of Facebook and thinking it has nothing new to offer me, a whole new world opens up to me out of nowhere (but not on Facebook, usually, might I add) and I’m beguiled all over again, woozy as the first […]


It’s been a while. I probably wouldn’t make a very good correspondent in times of upheaval, disharmony or even minor crisis.  If I had a muse (s)he would probably be wearing slippers and drinking peppermint tea. And we’d probably contemplate things like paint charts and lamb shank slowcooking techniques more than we would actually do anything actually worthy of […]


freedom

15Sep10

I just finished it. And while I had a lot of thoughts all the way through (I even considered making annotations as I read it… sort of like this craziness right here… but I didn’t) , I don’t have much of use to say other than it’s fucking excellent. Now I want to compare notes (even […]


It feels good to enter a Sunday vaguely tracksuited. Indifferently scruffy but also a little bit purposeful. I also like entertaining in slippers. Like tonight. Except my slippers got so warm I started overheating and had to go barefoot for a while. I also like pretending to entertain when actually all I am doing is hanging […]


  It’s the height of the weekend and I’m feverish. Sydney Sam is here for the weekend and the boys are next door playing music. I’m sitting in the kitchen with the lights dimmed, trying to stop my eyes from streaming. I’m even struggling with my glass of wine, and my nachos have no real […]


This story could start in a lot of places. I’m a little bit stage-frightened now that I am sitting down to write this, to tell the truth. My grandmother wrote Mr Dompling’s Secret. It was published when I was three and was dedicated to me, as the first of her 14 grandchildren. Also there is […]


I am not wise

15Feb10

I’m not. Sometimes I think I am, and then something happens and I realise that I most categorically, definitively, am not. Sometimes I think I have got it all going on. I surprise myself with supreme grown-upness, just sometimes. And sometimes for months on end I am a picture of profundity and calm. When actually, […]