
Give us a Kiss
The other day I walked out of my studio at 2pm ― having handed over to Steve Wright ― and a diary entry flashed on my phone. KISS, it said. Just…
Read MoreThe other day I walked out of my studio at 2pm ― having handed over to Steve Wright ― and a diary entry flashed on my phone. KISS, it said. Just…
Read MoreA friend left the Beeb recently. She had been in this madhouse for thirty-six years ― a lifetime, because each year at the Beeb ages you two years in the…
Read MoreSource of pride, this pic. My daughters are holding mugs. But they are not just any old mugs. They are mugs purchased at the Jam retrospective at Somerset House. They…
Read MoreMeet Will. He answered my call for help. I totally love the sound his angle-grinder made when it cut the lock of the person who had ― okay, accidentally ―…
Read MoreIt was just last week. I was in the House of Commons ― not the Chamber, not exactly, but the bit nearest the river so they can throw you in…
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