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  • Why be normal when you can be hysterical?

    Monday, May 28th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Of late, I have been learning some fascinating facts. For example, last week I took a trundle down to Virginia Woolf’s house in Rodmell where I met a Polish man sitting in the corner of Ginny’s crib, by the washstand. He had floppy hair and kept crossing and uncrossing his legs, so much so that I couldn’t concentrate on the Japanese version of ‘To the lighthouse’ which I’d picked up, and found myself wondering…

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  • Where the wild things are….

    Friday, May 18th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    If I was a boy I would be Bear Grylls but with a slightly smaller nose. He and I share a love for going off-piste although I don’t fancy killing a dog, slicing it down the middle with my Swiss Army knife and waggling my hands around in its hot organs to keep my fingers from dropping off in the Yukon.

    I wasn’t exactly in peril last weekend but I did go to Nyman’s Gardens…

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  • Everyone’s a show-off

    Wednesday, May 9th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    It’s festival time in Brighton which means a whole lot of showing off, and drawing attention to oneself. These are not necessarily the same thing. For example, when I went to see the Gay Men’s Chorus in a church the other night, the highlight  wasn’t ‘I am what I am’ but all the traffic to the vestry toilet. God knows what was going on in there but it was a big crowd pleaser; indeed,…

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  • Five go twocking in Cocking

    Friday, May 4th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    For the second leg of the South Downs Way Odyssey our cosy trio was augmented by two new ramblers, Gilbert and George. It was all a bit Enid Blyton, what with the police, the pork pies and the bump in the night, not to mention the lickiness of Finty. But let me start at the beginning. Of course, this was the weekend of the Great Monsoon so Jeremy, Brad, Gilbert and George and I…

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  • A spot of Turkish Lowlight

    Tuesday, April 17th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Once upon a time in Anatolia, a man had a perky prostate, went for a wee by a bush on a dark, windy night and then did a bit of chatting in a very cramped car. Meanwhile, a  man who looked like Jesus tried to remember where he’d buried the man he’d recently murdered and a pretty girl made some tea in a candlelit cupboard. The chatting and the searching went on for about…

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  • The lost boys (and girl, and dog)

    Thursday, March 29th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Last weekend we embarked on our South Downs Way odyssey – an epic journey full of emotion, bad map reading and Germolene emergencies. I was a little late owing to a wrong turn in Petworth and the fact that, having been on a speed awareness course last week, I was driving like Miss Marple. Oh yeah, and with no Tom Tom in my car, I was relying on my ‘it’s somewhere around here’ cavalier…

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  • The finest acting this side of Derkha Derkha

    Tuesday, March 20th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    My considerable acting skills have been called upon yet again. Not my usual professional assignment, rubbing shoulders and sharing Ribena with Bafta-nominated lovelies at gay drinks parties. No, this time I’ve been romping around the woods on a hostile environment training exercise for some hapless aid workers who wouldn’t know Sir David Morrissey if he was floating down the Limpopo in an upturned dustbin lid. I was playing a worn-out under secretary called Debra,…

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  • Splash it all over

    Tuesday, March 13th, 2012By annablog0 comment

    Over the last few days, I have been mostly decorating. My boudoir has been in bad need of a make-over for some time, what with the bumpy walls, flaky radiator and much abused carpet that has, over the years, generously soaked up all sorts of spillages from red wine to red nail varnish. My odd-job man du jour is Tyrone – a cheery type who drinks Tick Tock and throws in the odd bit…

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