Well we’re really in the thick of it now aren’t we? You’re panicking, I’m panicking, everyone’s panicking. Well I wasn’t panicking until my friend – let’s call her Friend on the Verge of Hysteria – came round yesterday and scooched … Continue reading
Tonight I’m off to my work Christmas party. Now if I told you this in real life, what would you say in response to that. (Aside from, crikey Number6, you seem even more hysterical than usual this week and you … Continue reading
I want you all, all of you sitting out there right now on your laptops and iPads and Dingleberries and so on to just stop for a minute and think. And this is what I want you to think about. … Continue reading
Never make friends with a poet. One minute they’re sitting at the table Shovelling couscous with you, polite conversation Then – BAM – they’re gone: They’ve thought of a radical rhyme or a snazzy Bit Of Enjambment. Never make friends … Continue reading
My mother tells a story about me at the age of six. She asked if I would like a birthday party – a rare event for the youngest child of five. That would be nice, I replied. As long as … Continue reading