London is virtually empty over Easter weekend. But not in Trafalgar Square – some friends and I went down to join the thousands of others who watched the performance of the Passion and Resurrection of Jesus. First, Jesus does a bit of healing and some teaching. Then he gets angry in the Temple because the … Continue reading »
It’s only March. It’s only March, and I keep having to remind myself that March is not summer. Even if it is 21c outside. It’s March, not August. There’s an old Lancashire adage – ‘Ne’er cast a clout til may is out’ – and though the blackthorn is in bloom, the may flower definitely is … Continue reading »
I’ve had a few beard-related links sent to me that past couple of weeks, so in the interests of reintroducing some levity to this all of a sudden, oh so serious blog, here they are… The slightly dubious ‘Better with a beard’, a collection of pictures leading you to compare and contrast famous men in … Continue reading »
Feminist Friday comes early this week, since I missed it last week, and today is the 101st International Women’s Day. And yet, I’m not entirely sure what to write. A few weeks ago I started to flag pieces from the papers, and sometimes from magazines, that relate to feminism or feminist issues in some way, … Continue reading »
And that is all that matters.
Next time I’ll be posting here, I’ll have lost thirteen hours of my life… Hope it doesn’t show in my wrinkles. I’m off to New Zealand for a few weeks – hope to post pictures that will make you hate me and to complete alienate my readership by being smug and ‘WOO it’s summertime over … Continue reading »
I have a fairly brutal Facebook policy – a capped number of friends and a ‘one in, one out’ policy which means only the people a) I want to know about and b) I want to know about me, are in the list. Call me anti-social, I just think there are plenty of ways of … Continue reading »
A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam A windmill with a mouse in is hardly surprising He sang every morning ‘How lucky I am, living in a windmill in old Amsterdam’ I saw a mouse ‘Where?’ There on the stair ‘Where on the stair?’ Right there This song has been haunting me the … Continue reading »
Rucksack on my back I ventured out on Friday to Cheltenham on the train for a weekend camping with Christians. Not perhaps the most obvious way to spend the last bank holiday weekend of the year. All I really knew about the weekend were these three things: There wouldn’t be any big tent, revival style … Continue reading »
We arrived ninety minutes before Rooney was due to arrive. My questions were all approved, and all we had to do was get the cameras set up and be ready for the moment he walked in the door. And then it was sprung on me that I would be filmed and recorded doing this open … Continue reading »
