Wednesday, 14 January 2009


I promised I would blog only inanities didn't I? - so here you are. Today I bought a new swimming costume - long overdue indeed -something more becoming of my increasing girth and rasping inner thighs. The pool is rather populated these days (strangely by women with red hair or perhaps red wigs.) Anyway took a train to Fish Hoek (or Vishoek in Afrikaans) - lovely sea front train ride and if you ever come to Cape Town I implore you to try it - catch the Simonstown train from central Cape Town especially for the view - even better in whale season when you can see the huge lumbering mammals leaping balletic from the waves ... anyway. So bought myself a navy-blue, matronly item with slinky skirt (which may embolden my walk from the bench to the pool - though limelight has never really licked my moth).

What else? - life has been consumed by oddity lately. On the old blog I'd probably refer to the 'signs'. Hey but eish.. not saying nothing, not saying anything. I'm crying a lot too - getting rid of all this feeling and stuff. Not easy. I'm so glad there's bloggers who know me from the start. Yes I cry too.

Anyway rewind to Sunday - after visiting my mum, the family was shuttled off to an evening meal in the suburbs. Firstly the driver and his accompanying friend both wore white sombreros as did the host of the palatial, gated, suburban mansion set in acres of crimped lawn. There was even a trampoline - on which (after I'd consumed more than my usual ration of wine) I happily bounced away for nearly an hour. The food was divine. The sun set across the mountain valley. My daughter had been whisked upstairs to a playroom and fed and tended to and I didn't see her or even worry about her for the rest of the evening. Conversation meandered, then I was gently interrogated on the state of the worldwide economy to which (after 7 glasses) I burbled that the market economy was a 'myth' - hey why not? - artist-writers have a duty to be interesting huh?
At this point, the men started clutching their heads in anxiety and striding up and down and swearing to sell all their shares immediately. Talk then moved on to equality in divorce payouts and bitterness. Hmmmm that is a large topic but I'd like to think I'm fair.

So as you see apart from all the redheads at the swimming pool - life is kind of banal for now. With undercurrents..

Check you later x

Tuesday, 6 January 2009


Nice little meme that's doing the rounds and since I have haven't talked about writing for a while - here it is:

When it comes to writing, what do you know you're good at, and what aspect of writing are you worst at? (Procrastination is not permitted as either part of the answer.)

I think I'm pretty good at character - I often pluck people from my life into scripts (often without even bothering to change their names). There's often something about that person that intrigues - to make me want to get inside their head...

Endings - in life too as in scripts. I prefer to slip out the back door while everyone is busy. Must really brush up on the 'big finish', climactic stuff. My endings tend to whimper or are open-ended - maybe due to 'travelling hopefully' writing-wise. A bit like forgetting the punch line. Folk wonder if there's more to come or whether they should go home ...Maybe its an Aries thing


a few sketches from Christmas afternoon.
Laters peeps,


Monday, 5 January 2009


Job vacancy: Angel
(Guardian or misc)

A motivated and enthusiastic person committed to specialised, random acts of benevolence sought for high level management team. Previous seraphic experience preferred but not essential. Must enjoy flying, word games and be IT literate.

1 Year Fixed Term (to cover present incumbent on sabbatical)

Location: worldwide
Remuneration: tbc

Closing Date: 23 January 2009

Saturday, 3 January 2009


Once upon a virtual time, there was a story which twisted and turned and got a bit complicated (nay nail-biting) at times - confusing even. Characters didn't know whether they were written in or out - playing cameos, star roles or just one-liners. Other times they didn't show up. The protagonist wanted to back out, while the antagonist bamboozled the bit players. Everyone forgot lines and spoke out of turn. Even the plot got lost.

Fortunately, right at that moment, fate intervened and steered the story back on course. It started to come together just fine.

And everyone lived happily ever after. Of course.

Happy New Year!