Autumn 2019 DROP – DROP – DROP! First the dressing gown, then the eyes, then the mouths. Not your usual Monday night then! A first sharing of Stark Bollock Naked created by Larisa Faber raised a few eyebrows at Camden’s People’s Theatre the other week. Secretly (and not so secretly) I was grateful for the thin layer of Merino on my skin as…
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AUTUMN 2018 The reverse side of the card sports her little brother’s wishes: “1. a food bol.” For a moment my eyes widen. A food bowl! How unusual! Do we not feed him properly? Then the penny drops: it’s a football! Second, “a toy car for too real people“. Last but not least, “a horse“,…
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AUTUMN 2017 CATTAIL – TATTLETALE – VIKING CAT – TAIL, FIR, HAT Little E has been keeping a gardening notebook where she jots down “fackts ubowt flowus” and curiosities of “muvu naychu” which wouldn’t go amiss in Pooh’s Hundred Acre Wood. She is perhaps no Frank Louis Neuhauser yet – he won the first spelling…
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AUTUMN 2016 Talking about the weather – the quintessential British trait that may not be as innocent as you think! It’s a bit nippy today may function as an icebreaker, a filler of awkward silences or simply a way to start a conversation with just about anyone over a safe and unobtrusive subject. However, don’t…
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AUTUMN 2015 A spell of home refurbishments means that we have temporarily escaped the commotion and moved kit and caboodle into a neighbouring ground floor flat. Two cats used to live here, but much to Little E’s dismay, they took their cat flap with them when they moved out. For a couple of weeks now…
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AUTUMN 2014 Just last week, I was forced to throw out my favourite coat! The wool of this trusted mustard-coloured piece of vintage tailoring picked up on a trip to Dijon emerged from my closet as an unsalvageable case of Pollockian felt. The first logical solution to the pressing problem was, of course, to get…
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