Seventy years ago I lined up for my first running race, untrained and unaware of what it involved. Tomorrow, almost to the day of that step into the unknown, I will be on the start line yet again. Significantly – at least to me – this will be an anniversary not only in terms of…
As I was saying before … Before what? Before when? Why did I come into the kitchen? What am I doing here? Well, as I was saying … What was I saying? Something about … er … Hell, let’s start again. There’s this problem I’m having with memory. I hear mention of such terms as
Thinking about this resolution thingy. The reality is it depends on others. No point in giving up the drink unless your booze-buddies do likewise, or you’ll have little support. Same with the fags. And the diet. And the “join a gym” promise to oneself. Resolutions need to be a mass initiative to be of any…
As anyone who has ever tried well knows, the first rule for writing a successful novel is that there are no rules. Or, if you like, there are dozens of rules and innumerable variations upon them. In recent days there has been further proof of this in newspaper interview revelations about their writing days with two highly…
One of the more misleading headlines of recent times was the one that suggested, for readers, there was no difference between the trashy romance porn of Fifty Shades of Grey and such established classics as Ulysses, War and Peace or Metamorphosis. This led into a report of a research study that found that all novels…
Despite the zillions of words that issue forth from those who believe they can teach us how to write, it is often the old-timers who said it best … and most succinctly. Take George Orwell, for example.
There can be no argument. Lean, likeable and voluble Mo “I’ve got four children I miss so much” Farah is sheer poetry in motion. For once, the use of the word “awesome” is fully justified. So graceful, so strong and seemingly so effortless in his ability to shift up a gear and find the extra…
Excitement! There’s a package awaiting me in the mailroom. What can it be? Such a substantial object yet so light. Couldn’t recall any online orders of recent date and of such a size. Then memory clicks in; there was a purchase of a small item a couple of days back. From Amazon – where else?…
“I’m assuming that if she buys a £1000 dress, she’ll probably want a butterfly marbled armchair to sit on and some parrots on her wall,” says Manchester designer Matthew Williamson of his typical customer. Fair assumption, I suppose, if you inhabit a world of freaks, cranks and show ponies.