What am I fighting for? Belinis on a school night. It was a marvellous mid-week treat of an evening in the company of some fabulous women full of bright ideas and lively conversation. (Apologies to fellow diners who found that it was also loud and possibly a bit rude.) Among other things the conversation swirled […]
How do we talk to children about Trump?
This was written two years ago, but still applies. Only now we can add Brexit into the mix as something scary that makes no sense to anyone, especially children. “Donald Trump scares me,” said Boy Three, tousled from his bed and clutching a toy penguin. The statement was more alarming than the news that something […]
Dispatches from the bunker… just after the famous football game where you think it might turn out fine in the end
Well, happy new-year-new-you one and all. It’s still peachy here. You know why, don’t you? It’s because we’ve just been off for a few days of ‘sod it, it’s Christmas’ and the cold hard realities are just mustering themselves ready to pounce. So to celebrate the fact that true hostilities haven’t yet resumed, it’s time […]
Dispatches from the bunker of having it all – in the trendy food place
There I was in the hipster sandwich shop (the one that gives the Panther rage, with its cute double entendre names and instagram-friendly chalk board) waiting for the chap to squirt patterns with dressing on my salad. I had headphones in and I was listening to Anna Burns’ brilliant Milkman, totally content and anticipating a […]
Dispatches from the bunker of having it all
Hello, Anyone still out there? It’s been a bit hectic here at the Palace of Bundance. I’ve gone back to work full time, by which I mean proper, in the office every day, full time. It would be fair to say it’s been interesting. The job? I’m a bid writer – probably the writiest (yes, it […]