My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. Carpe Diem - Seize the Day!
Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?
A. on a gondola in Venice with George Clooney and 2 cornettos
Q. How would you describe perfect happiness?
A. being fit and healthy, having good friends, a drop dead gorgeous lover who gets turned on by cellulite, having enough money in the bank to pay even the surprise bills - and having a cleaner!
Q. Who is your favorite fictional villain?
Q. If you could meet any historical character, who would it be and what would you say to him or her?
A. I'd like to meet Leonardo da Vinci and I'd say 'Paint me!'
October 20, 2011'Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,' so said Keats in one of the poems I remember from school. Actually I also remember reading it when I was starving and all that talk of fruit and nuts really striking a chord. However, autumn is the 'most boring season', according to most. In spring you have pretty flowers, an earth awakening and warming; summer days are long and hot, summer nights are balmy and light; winter is sparkly and hosts the grandaddy of all celebrations - Christmas. Autumn is merely full of boring brown and things die.
I must confess, I've never been much of an autumn fan. If we had to say... see more
May 04, 2011I used to think that cruises were for the very old and rich. Never wanted the slightest inclination to go on one. Then a friend of mine nagged me to death to go with her and her family and I was bullied into putting down a deposit and spending then, until arriving at the docks, thinking I’d made the world’s biggest and stupidest mistake. I had visions of the kids falling overboard and being eaten by sharks. How wrong I was. Diamonds and diamante mixed beautifully, all ages mingled and the biggest relevation of all was that I rested. For the first time in donkey’s years, I switched off my brain for longer than the length of a sleep. I... see more
September 03, 2010It’s been the most emotional summer I can remember. My son is going to ‘big school’ in September. Although he’s all grown up now and raises his eyebrows when I call it that. He’ll strut off on his first day with his uniform sparkling and his shoes polished to army standard and I’ll be the nervous wreck worrying that he’ll be okay and wondering where all the years went. One minute I was taking pictures of him on his first day in his tiny Shawlands uniform, the next I’m buying jumpers for him for Kingstone which both the dog and I could fit into.
But I’m not just sad that his days of being a... see more