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Monday 8th March 2010

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Ahh the Oscars! Frilly bag of sparkly nonsense! How I love thee.
I was down in Brighton (soho on the sea) to a) go for a Marathon training session with hughes and Morgan and b) stay up all night off my tits on processed fats and sugars to watch the Gong Fest to end all Gong Fests. As if things weren't exciting enough, my Fizz-O-Meter went into overdrive on being presented with my very own SLANKET. Don't pull the face of incomprehension. Get with the kids Grandma. A slanket is a blanket with sleeves. It's magic. You instantly look like a Jedi.

Thursday 4th March 2010

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Training for the Moonwalk Marathon has become my every waking thought. Well. I say that but Angry Birds has, of late, somewhat consumed me. No. If you don't know what Angry Birds is then thank your lucky stars. You do not want to know what it is. I shall not tell you. And for those of you who do...hold me. Just...hold me.
At the moment I'm walking 5 miles every day which is over and above what's expected at this point (12 weeks to go) but the memory of the london Marathon still looms large.

Wednesday 17th February 2010

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I have been to Pareeeee. it was tremendous. My friend, the Scrumpmeister, is working there at the moment and, to be brutally honest, it would be rude NOT TO. So off I went. To the land of fine wines and cakes. Not that that was my primary intention - oh no. I've got a marathon to train for and so I boldly went where no self respecting Parisian woman would EVER go - I donned a pair of trainers and a Rocky Bilboa bobble hat and hit the streets.
it was FREEZING. Proper arctic. And with only a thin pair of training tights -you know - running tights.

Tuesday 9th February 2010

Tue, 09 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I went to Brighton this weekend to conduct interviews with two chums from University, one of which was the person I went on the trip to America with. She's a proper doctor now whereas I have grown up to be a flibberigibbet who thinks nothing of committing to print terrible scenarios involving humiliating anal penetrations and faecal matter. Naturally, she was suspicious.
'Please can I use your real name?" I asked, sweetly.
She didn't looked convinced.

Thursday 4th February 2010

Thu, 04 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

The journey has begun. Book number 6. Working title - I Left my Tent in San Francisco - in which I chronicle the string of ineptitudes that careered me from one side of the States to the other in 1989.
At least that's the plan. It could still all end up in the bin and I could be back at the drawing board but this feels like the right and proper follow up to Tent - its another tale of travel woes and HMB and WDT put in an appearance. So there's something for everyone.

Tuesday 2nd February 2010

Tue, 02 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I went to see Enron. it's Glee for Financial Times readers. I enjoyed it. I was taking with me my Moonwalk team mate Tiny Tim, a lady so very wee, that I could quite easily tuck her into a top pocket. There was a degree of anxiety because TT has declared on several occasions that going to the theatre brings her "out in HIVES" and the thought of having to sit for hours watching people shouting induced nothing but a short, sharp coma.
But Enron has had brilliant reviews. Surely I was off the sticky wicket?

Sunday 31st January 2010

Sun, 31 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

My dog is a disgrace. A total, utter snout-rubbing-in-shit disgrace.
So we're spending the weekend in Brixton (you know, that well known city break destination). We've managed to get to Sunday evening with only a few minor infractions (incessant begging, taking advantage of the resident Pug, getting into bed with muddy paws). I;m thinking PHEEEW. I've gotten away with it. I've only got to get through one more supper and we're home free. Nothing catastrophic has occurred. We MIGHT get invited back.