Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 3 February 2010
Thanks to all of you callers today.
Jonno thinks I should be taken off the airways and that I should ask for forgivenss for my views on the MMR vaccine.
I like being on the airwaves, making waves, trying to make a difference, listening to thousands of you having your say.
And surprisingly enough Jonno, I do ask for forgiveness daily, as part of my meditation practice.
This time I wont be bullied by you Jonno, it does hit me in the solar plexus when it feels like a personal assault, but I am not going to be swayed by sarcasm or hostile posts.
You can have your say on my blog, I did think of deleting you but then I would have been accused of cowardice and censorship so I'll take your criticism on my chins and carry on.
I've never written a 'Dear Jonno' letter before.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 31 January 2010
Thank you all for your supportive comments. I think this blogging lark is remarkable, even if I am a twit when it comes to the workings of it.
I watched a wonderful documentary about the world wide web, the internet, and freedom of communication. For a long time I have harboured a bitterness towards Mr. Stephen Fry, his refusal to acknowledge anything that isn't SCIENCE, with a capital 'S', but every time I see him talking, so eloquently, about things I can scarcely understand I really have to bow down to him.
His comments about the webs possibilities and Sir Tim Berners Lee, who created the www, made my heart sing. Anything that enables people to have freedom of speech and access to knowledge has to be applauded.
I watched 'QI' as an act of redemption, as I laughed I felt the liberation that comes with finally letting go. Mr. Fry believes what he believes and I have my own set of values. Hurrah that we can share the same air waves.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 27 January 2010
I slept in until 9.15 this morning. Booked the man to clean my oven.
Left my phone to discharge itself.
Took the 170 to Victoria.
The tube to Leicester Square.
Felt like I was made out of India rubber, it was that damn massage last night.
I'm still exhausted but feel a lot less up tight.
When somebody tells you you are too old to be sitting in your chair and that you should vacate it for somebody younger it shakes your world. I am alright now but yesterday i felt like topping myself.
Thank God for Jo Wander my new agent. She says all the right words in the right places.
Thank you Jo
And Thank You Peter, from Chessington, for making me realise that I am allowed to be at LBC even if you do think I am selfish, egotistical and OLD.
I hope you have a wonderful job and reason to live like I do when you get to my age.
night night all
It's on with the Horlicks and off with the fairies.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 26 January 2010
The old git doesn't get in until after eleven. He's been thrashing out his servant at 'The Lyric', Hammersmith.
The first half of 'The Three Sisters' is not good, the second half better. By the time he gets home he has endured one half that's not as good as the other whilst wearing a crash helmet and having to hang around in the wings until he makes an entrance.
His dear agent, young and generous, left him a bottle of champagne in his dressing room. Just the thing for an old retainer with a crash helmet under his arm.
So rather than leaving him pizzas and pasties which are no good late at night, actually there not that good early in the evening, however, rather than pack him up with stodge I make soup.
Sometimes its a thick vegetable soup with chopped veg, cooked in another pan with a little butter and white wine, which is then tossed over the top. Sometimes its a deep red beetroot soup, Borsht, sometimes its a green soup with courgettes, cabbage and lettuce. Tonight its a yellow ochre colour. The onion and garlic sweated in butter and olive oil first. I thought that cinnamon looks good with yellow so I tossed in cinnamon and white pepper, a broadside of salt and then a chopped sweet potato and three little butternut squashes.
Cooked in veg stock for 30 minutes, blended with my blender then placed on the table with a pitta bread.
The yellow soup looked appetising, a perfect winter warmer, and just the thing for a Chekhovian retainer wearing a crash helmet, although he took it off to eat because he kept catching his spoon on his visor.
Souper Douper....
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 21 January 2010
When the old git dies I'm setting up home with Jeff bridges. Ewan McGregor can polish my pantry and George Clooney can do whatever he likes.
'Men Staring at Goats' is a wonderful film and so is the Prince Charles cinema, off Leicester Square. £7.50 a ticket, a heater in the auditorium, cup holders for your tea and Dolby sound that makes the film all encompassing.
The young staff are passionate about the independence of their cinema and I applaud them. Hurrah for small business entrepreneurs who care about their customers.
I wandered down to Piccadilly to St. James Church, for a concert for the 'Breast Cancer Charity'.
Lisa Friend played her flute like an angel, her father Rodney Friend wrung out every last drop of sentiment from his violin, pianist Mark Kinkaid was ably assissted by his page turner who clearly had a very bad molar as she was pulling at her top tooth and grimacing all the way through the Morricone. Didn't detract though. The cellist Martin Radford, is the partner of Shakeel my dress maker. Most of the music made me cry. The acoustics were beautiful and Miranda keys opened her lungs at the end so we all ended up in the roof with the angelic throng.
Lisa is jewish, most of the audience were Jewish, I sat with my muslim dressmaker, and we all wept in a Christian Church.
Talk about music crossing barriers. Had I known it was going to be so moving I would have sold boxes of tissues at the door and given the proceeds to the charity.
It's four minutes till friday so I'm off to read THE DARK MATERIALS. Oooh! It aint alf good mum.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 20 January 2010
Apart from talking to Roger Reese and Sir Ian Mckellan, wonderful men who made me miss being an actress, I talked to people about what they fed their pets.
An article in the newspaper shone the spotlight on the tins of muck we feed our dogs and cats, many include eyes, cereal and stuff picked up from the floor.
Two men turned off and wrote to tell me that that's what they were doing. They failed to see that how we feed our pets is part of the advertising stanglehold that multi national companies have over us. How we treat out pets, our animals, our children, our elderly is all part of the same thing and if they cant get it i 'm happy they are no longer part of my audience.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 18 January 2010
I have a new Blackberry
I hate my new Blackberry
I cannot understand my new Blackberry.
It is more irritating than the most irritating presenter on Channel 5.
I am seriously thinking of giving back my Blackberry.
With all that is going on in the World my Blackberry is a tick on the bum of a hippo.
Bye Bye Blackberry
Pack up all my cares and woes,
Here I go singing low
Bye, Bye Blackberry.
No one hear can love or understand it
All the hard luck stories they all hand it.
Make my bed, and light the light
I'll go to bed too late tonight
Blackberry Bye Bye.
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Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum, Ad Infinitum | 18 January 2010
I have a new Blackberry
I hate my new Blackberry
I cannot understand my new Blackberry.
It is more irritating than the most irritating presenter on Channel 5.
I am seriously thinking of giving back my Blackberry.
With all that is going on in the World my Blackberry is a tick on the bum of a hippo.
Bye Bye Blackberry
Pack up all my cares and woes,
Here I go singing low
Bye, Bye Blackberry.
No one here can love or understand it
All the hard luck stories they all hand it.
Make my bed, and light the light
I'll go to bed too late tonight
Blackberry Bye Bye.
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