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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.

Wednesday 27th January 2010

Wed, 27 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

In May this year I will be doing what I swore blind I would never do again. No. Not kiss Richard Keith. Don't be a crackalack. I will be doing the Moonwalk Marathon for Breakthrough Breastcancer. I love tits and all they stand for and the fact that I am prepared to put myself through the horror of 26.4 miles a second time is testament to my devotion.

Tuesday 26th January 2010

Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

good grief. It's been an age.
Since we last spoke I went into end of book mode and, with head down and legs paddling furiously, I polished off the first draft of Wilma Tenderfoot and the Case of the Fatal Phantom and dispatched it, with seconds to spare, to Tippytoes Publisher, where it now sits, quietly brooding until such time as my editor casts her expert eye over it and returns it covered in scribbles.

Wednesday 6th January 2010

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Poppy may have had the walk of her life. Because my most excellent beagle is a town dog she has had something of a sheltered existence when it comes to Dog World. Not for her the scampering through wheat fields, leaping into brooks or worrying chickens. No. her daily routine involves walking politely on paths and sometimes (if she is very lucky) chasing a squirrel ('SQUIRREL!"). So whenever we retire to the country and hit, for example, SAND, she turns to me with a look that says "Can you believe THIS?" and promptly goes MENTAL.

Tuesday 5th January 2010

Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

I never thought I would find myself raising a fist skywards and cursing snow but I am. It has scuppered me not once, not twice but now thrice. Hilariously when we had the last dump of snow two weeks ago I was unable to get to theHampstead Theatre to see Darker Shores. I was going with my friend Dan and had found myself skidding sideways down my road (when I needed to go up it) rather then enjoying the sweet fruits that the theatre foyer may have to offer. Poor Dan was abandoned, stood up, and forced to sit through a play tout seule.