All the things I do instead of writing…
It is Monday night, and I left work on time, which was nice. The point of leaving work on time, apart from being there for the kids while Richard does his Scout group, is to spend at least two hours practicing my violin. Only, I didn't; because I couldn't be bothered. It seems to be... Continue Reading →
Apart from observing that the 2004 film with Nicole Kidman is really quite dire and horribly cast, I don't think it had quite the intended effect on either me or my husband. There was a scene somewhere in the middle of the rather flat footed satire where Matthew Broderick (so, basically Ferris in a suit)... Continue Reading →
Listening to Rehab is probably an inappropriate moment to reflect on the deep joy of drinking. It's something I've been thinking about for many months now, ever since this whole business of producing healthy offspring put paid to some of my more irresponsible pleasures. Erdinger Alkoholfrei is the nicest tasting non-alcoholic beer I've found, but... Continue Reading →
This evening, I went to see Kevin Spacey in Richard III at the Old Vic. The staging was impressive, the analogies with modern day dictators cleverly done if not particularly original, but the acting was uninspired. Spacey had moments of brilliance, but he was not malevolent enough, and since we had gone for the cheap... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 