Walking through a remote, Devon country pub last week, I glance up and notice that nailed above the door, almost missable, there is a painted wooden board that reads: “Happiness is not a destination, ...
I am turning into my mother.
As a child, my toes would curl and I’d want to shrink into the upholstery whenever she’d strike up conversations and start swapping life histories with total strangers: fe...
I love that Rodeo Drive shopping scene in the movie Pretty Woman.
Laden with bags, Julia Roberts turns to the snooty sales assistant who previously wouldn’t help her, “Big mistake. Big. Huge … I have ...
So that’s the World Cup over for another four years. I didn’t watch the final. I can’t bear to watch sports, mainly because I don’t like the fact that one team has to lose.
I am adamant that I am not ...
These overnight flights to the UK — pretzeled up in the way back, I’ve long since given up any hopes of sleeping on them. I now look forward to these as semi-annual opportunities to catch up on all th...
I have this thing when I go to restaurants, an affliction called Ordering Regret. It seems that it’s only when the waiter’s walked away that I realise what I really want.
I often have to run after him...
In the car last week, my son giggled from the back seat and said, “ooh, my tooth fell out”. Now he’s a real practical joker. I knew all the wobbly ones were already gone. He’s nothing but gums up fron...
At my son’s school there’s a portion of their daily timetable called DEAR Time.
This stands for Drop Everything And Read. I love this idea.
I picture all these little kids, elbows deep in Plasticine, ...
Status Quo has been around forever it seems. In the Army Now was their big hit I remember, at a time when I thought leg warmers would always be a fashion norm, John Travolta would be the only man I ev...
With just three weeks to go until the deadline, a good pal and I are in the throes of writing a short play together to submit to the BMDS, ‘Famous for Fifteen’ playwriting competition. Always up for a...
