If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a persistent misery guts, so I’m going to start this entry with something good. I awoke this morning to the delightful aroma of fresh bread. My Mum bought me a bread maker for Christmas, and this was the first opportunity I’d had to use it. I put the …
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2002 was going to be the year things got better. Admittedly, 2001 was only really bad in one big and very specific way, but 2002 was going to be better. We’re now, what, just over 40 hours into the new year, and it has already been an unmitigated disaster. Let me present my case for …
Christmas is Here!
Just back from Midnight Mass, and what a lovely service it was. Andrew gave a fantastic (and brief) sermon on fear – “The first thing you learn at Angel school is four words: Don’t be afraid” – that was wonderfully appropriate for us as a family this year. We sang, smiled and cried a little, …
Christmas is coming
This is going to be a strange old Christmas, for all the obvious reasons. There’s an underlying tension in the air at home, as the void in all our lives makes its presence felt. Still, we’ve had beautiful snow already, everything is done and we’re all prepared to face the big day. Dinner and Midnight …
Well, the speech is done, and Prince Charles turned out to be witty, thoughtful and not a little controversial. I’ve bashed out a story on the speech and e-mailed it to the news editor, not that he’s answering his phone right now. Bloody reporters. Ah, I’m really in the middle of an American tourist’s wet …
Eavesdropping is fun. The Prince of Wales’ press team are giving a pre-conference speech briefing to some pet journalists. I, a random business journalist at the same confernce, am getting a fascinating glimpse into the sown-up work of royal coverage…
I Remember
I remember… Coming back from a work lunch to see the whole office clustered around the TV watching footage of planes hitting the World Trade Centre. A major tragedy. Talking to my Mum and then my Dad about it on the phone. He sounded vague, disconnected. Just over a week later, he’d be dead. Why …
For any and all who care, the pictures from my Scotland trip can be found here: I’ll take the low road… Everything from The Academy to the museum pics is the village where I grew up. Before that is Glasgow, pretty much. I’m very pleased with this picture: Good digital camera. Nice digital camera.
Found it! You may all stop holding your breath and return to your regularly scheduled activities.
Oh no. I’m rushing to get a feature finished for the magazine, and I’ve lost the notebook I used during the interview. It has to be here somewhere…
