Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 3 July 2009
I'm not one to complain about the weather but my flat is so hot it's making me irritable.
I have a fan in the bedroom but the air is hanging like a cheap rainbow nylon sheet.
We have the balcony doors open and I'm wearing nothing but my modesty, the trouble is when I sit on the settee I stick to it, I peel myself off like velcro.
Jim's watching late tennis and I'm threatening to go to bed except I will not sleep.
My hair line is moist and my reserves low.
We went to see Arcadia: Tom Stoppards play, at the Duke of York. The audience were clever, affluent and didn't let on if they didn't understand it.
Jim's cleverer than me and I've got a modicum of nous but we both had trouble following it. At one stage my head cracked back, that dreadful click that happens when you fall asleep. I apologised to the American girl sitting next to me for fidgeting.
Neil Pearsons performance was fab, the other actors were okay, Sam cox was good but I'm afraid after a hard day at the office it needs more than they could give to keep my interest.
In fact the air con was so effective I think I may elect to go back there tomorrow night at least I know I'll get a good nights kip.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 2 July 2009
two eggs, no socks, Mama Mia last night. despite my miserable countenance I really enjoyed it.
Tonight Its Arcadia with the old git. It had better be air conditioned....
I have a tiny little German staying with me at the moment, she is so small I feel like John Wayne.
Yee Ha!
Move em up and move em out....
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Posted by Jeni in | 29 June 2009
I was exonerated over the MMR jab. Now I'm receiving abusive emails from people who are rudely accusing me of dodging the bullets.
Having been taken out to dinner by a celebrity scientist and then royaly shafted over my gulls eggs I have decided not to have anything to do with cruel people who hide behind their verbosity.
We have proper debates on my programme on LBC.
Today we talked about Sharia Law, potentially a firecracker of a topic.
Nobody abused anybody.
Everybody contributed something and nobody hacked into anyones heart.
We talked about prayer, and the BMA's decision to review whether or not a nurse or a doctor can offer prayer for a patient.
Nobody insulted anybody's intelligence, nobody mocked or slandered anybody's position.
We talked about the Wimbledon Babes and the policy of putting pretty LADIES on the centre court. I am a dyed in the wool feminist but I didn't insult Russel Hargreaves, our sports reporter, we had a giggle.
So if anybody else from the science lobby wants to have a pop I will only respond if you are civil.
In the words of The Swedish playwrite, John Fiske; if you cant be good be quiet...
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 28 June 2009
The River Thames is very hight tonight. I am on thr balcony. Jim is reading me the television listings and i can hear the eaters from the nearby restauarant.
This morning walked to the Butcher and Grill in the yellow heat. Battersea felt Andalucian this morning until I talked to the Butcher about Ian Dury aned Kilburn and the Highroads. We discussed The Boss and Glastonbury and the price of hand sliced bacon.
I felt quite at home when he said if I didn't have enough dosh he would put me on tick. A long time since that kindness and familiarity was in my life. Mrs. K in the corner shop said the same when I had to go back for some money to buy the papers.
We haqd bacon baguettes on the balcony....The title of my next album....the sun still warm behind the shady clouds,
Papers read, a snooze in the red chair that if you get it right is comfortable but if you get it wrong you can end up with paralysis of the lower hip...
All day we wandered in and out of the flat. Jim re-hung the door in the spare room. The door of the shower that is, so that our little German guest wont flood downstairs. I scrubbed the bathroom and then it was time for tea and honeyed toast.
It's 9.00 now. B has just come back from Margate and Ramsgate, she and Nathan have split. Her girlies have come to her rescue and held her tightly to get over his madness. She has had to endure real loss this time, we've all been there.
She's nut brown from the Margate boat ride and ready to have supper with her dad and me. Fish cakes and sweet potato mash with a big green salad.
Tomorrow I am back to my routine. I haven't walked properly or meditated or exercised as all my time has beenhelping Bee move out and deal with her broken heart.
The evening feels pink, Glastonbury is blaring out from the telly. I had no idea quite how brilliant Status Quo were, triple bypasses and grand kids and they can still rock the world.
I am in love with Mark Radcliffe and the Fleet Foxes...I miss my cottage and tonight I miss Jackson, not Michael my dog
It's time for supper. hey ho another June is nearly gone.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 25 June 2009
The weather feels like it did when I was a child. The air heavy and the scent of dog roses in the air.
I sat on the balcony of the flat and shaded my eyes from the sun as Jimbo told me about his fourth day at the office.
BB is flat hunting, the agent is thriving and I am reading two rather dear books at the moment. David Walliams' kids book about a boy who wore a dress and the THE HUNGRY CYCLIST, written by a double barrelled adventurer.
My hairline is sweaty and my belly full of salad and Wimbledon. Why don't I like Andy Murrey, is it because he looks so cold?
Time for some strawberries.....
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 24 June 2009
I've just seen a film
the young woman got up at 5.30 every morning to write her blog which became the very film I saw.
I'n setting my alarm.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 18 June 2009
what are witches?
What is it to be a pagan, wicca, druid type person?
Are there more unusual folks out there than meets the eye?
I think so and I'm lucky enough to attract all of them to my programme.
Sometimes I worry I am in the wrong place, today I knew I wasn't.
I have to learn to use the word allegedly and apparently since I am skating on thin ice, mostly, but rather that than wading up to my neck in sludge.
I've eaten far too much chocolate, had too little sleep but now that B has dumped her errant boy friend and my eldest girl is sorted I feel ready to lie down, watch some telly, read me book and contemplate the weekend with the old git.
Thank you all for being there.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 16 June 2009
The perfect scone.
Two halves - warmed
Raisins and currants.
Jar of cream.
Jar of raspberry jam.
Roadside caff in Pimlico.
Cup of frothy coffee.
Three new books.
Warm sun.
Taxi back.
A quiet evening.
Send your thoughts to Tehran, whatever mess you're in it can't be as bad as the mess that Achmanismad has put them in.
sleep tight.
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