Sunday good stuff

I know there’s a lot of serious things I could and perhaps should be writing about right now… but sometimes you’ve got to stop scouring the news, stop refreshing your Twitter feed and enjoy life’s good stuff.  Tina Brown went to Oxford at 17, was published by the New Statesman while still a student, and… Continue reading Sunday good stuff

This was the year…

2017 began in a funk of rolling, raging anxiety that I honestly thought I’d never recover from, and is ending with the loss of my darling, darling grandmother. And yet despite those things, it’s been a pretty good year, on balance. 2017 was the year… …I started taking antidepressants, and they gave me my life… Continue reading This was the year…

Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

I’m writing this with a slightly damp, sparko spaniel next to me on the sofa. He’s called Noodle – don’t ask, because I’ve no idea how we arrived at Noodle, I wanted to call him Cassius or Gulliver – and he’s like a silky-eared, jewel-eyed toddler. Bouncy, playful, loving and a little bit chewy at… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 03/09/17

Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Let’s take a break from The Politics and talk about the good stuff, the life fuel – food, books and music. Full Moon Fever, Tom Petty ‘Free Fallin” was the first song I ever taught myself on guitar. It’s ludicrously easy (capo on the third fret and the chord pattern D-G-G-D-A) but aged 12, I… Continue reading Sunday Stuff – 02/07/17

Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The books: Spoiled Brats, Simon Rich. I find it hard to believe I haven’t written about Simon Rich before, but a very brief search tells me I haven’t. Apologies if I’m mistaken, however. Rich has written for Saturday Night Live, The New Yorker, and Pixar (he worked on the delightful Inside Out), so his comedy-writing… Continue reading Sunday Stuff, 09/04/17

The Sunday Seven: 07/08/16

It’s Saturday evening and I’m in my pyjamas, nursing a gentle hangover that’s more tiredness than anything, having had just the loveliest weekend so far. On Friday night, Work Best Mate came down and she, Drummer Boy and I ate pizza, drank Prosecco and G&Ts and actually went Out In Brighton On A Friday Night.… Continue reading The Sunday Seven: 07/08/16