August 2009

Laying Ghosts to rest (23 August 2009)

Two days have gone as quickly as a darting dragon fly. I interviewed Dr. MAX PEMBERTON on Friday, the last person to talk to me before I started my two week break. He is incredible. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, clever,...

Talking about My Generation (20 August 2009)

I am reading the time. 22.25. Have been home an hour, eaten some home made ratattouille, watched 'Mock the Week' and the News. Compassion for the Lockerbie Libyan and free elections in Afghanistan. Bolt running to become the fastest man...

Yawn free (18 August 2009)

23.51. Two new clothes racks for the flat. Jim brought them to the Arcola and we loaded them into my little red Nellie. B and I ate a massive turkish meal, opposite the thatre, choked on cake and laughter then...

Mondays child was full of grace (18 August 2009)

CLEA MYERS has written a book called TWEAK THE DREAM. It is a harrowing account of her struggle with addiction.The woman is full of grace. Today she came onto the show and made me cry with her courage and fortitude....

Troillus and Cressida sandwiches (16 August 2009)

Driving back to the cottage of a Saturday morning....6a.m., nothing on the road. A little bit of radio, a lot of thinking. I had two parties two attend, one in Balcombe the other in Wimbledon, both lovely people, but I...

1-2 (13 August 2009)

One pineapple. One avocado. Two crispbreads and butter. One bowl of Special K with milk. One glass of water with two vitimin c tablets - orange flavour. One helluva day. One big 6 foot bed. One night ahead. One more...

Never the less (13 August 2009)

HAIRSPRAY. Not as good as the original cast but nevertheless a good night. SUPPER. Not as good as last night but nevertheless it filled my belly. LBC. Not as good as yesterday but nevertheless it filled the airwaves. JIM. Not...

Bon Bon Bonne (12 August 2009)

I had an ugly walk in this morning. Every turn ended up in a small street with no sun. Then I took a bus that didn't go anywhere so I got out at Vauxhall bus station and took another l'autoboose...

tiredness kills.... (10 August 2009)

Just because Ms Widdicombe is a politician it doesn't make her exempt from nerves. We come from opposite sides of the floor but she is a lovely woman. she is sitting in for James O'Brien who is on holiday this...

Hair brained ( 8 August 2009)

There was a man in my hair dressing salon this morning having his eyebrows dyed. I closed my eyes and listened to the fatuous conversation of the women around me. The vocabulary was straight out of an American sit-com. Whatever!...

It's raining and downandoutpouring... ( 6 August 2009)

I blitzed the bathroom, cleaned the fridge and talked to Sybil in LA-LA-land for a long time. Then I had a 'doughnut' peach, almonds, a mug of Heinz Tomato soup, a slither of onion and some crackers. Not necessarily in...

39 steps home ( 5 August 2009)

23.20. I walked over Battersea Bridge. The moon was so big and bright, the Albert Bridge so sparkly and pink the air so still, it was like being in a Nicholas Cage movie, I fully expected him to jump out...

Quinoa for the Queenoa ( 4 August 2009)

My acupuncturist put cups on my back, needles in my feet and a cushion under my head. She said she had to re-direct energy from other parts of my body because I was so exhausted. Now I have no energy...

Westminster Shabby ( 3 August 2009)

As I walked through the ticket barrier at Victoria tube station I was stopped by a security bloke. 'Show me your picture pass.' he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. 'Show me your ticket, id, your...

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