The requirements of the Mail
This is really a response to Anna Blundy’s truthful and brilliant piece thecollectivereview.com
About how women journalists are encouraged to dig within their souls for the Daily Mail and find a guilty heart of darkness which probably wasn’t there in the first place. Read More…
A Collapsing Industry
This is what everyone calls it. As in “I’m working in a collapsing industry”. Or simply “It’s over.” Is it? And if so, what on earth are all we hacks going to do, save what we are doing now, namely spinning round working harder and harder for less and less. Everyone’s talking about it. With quite good humour however. Read More…
Pushy Parent
So I’ve just done a radio thing on Radio Ulster discussing just how pushy I am with my children and how I forced them to go around the world eating iguana and singing the Marseillaise just because I wanted to….
Hooray I have finished my book
Yes! 80,900 words and tonight, I’ve done the last corrections. It’s now all edited, corrected and going off to the typesetter’s pronto! Only two years after we left for our trip around the world, this is the account of it. And it IS very funny. It still makes me laugh. Publication date – June 6. Name of book? Bonnes Vacances. Would I ever ever want to do this again? Hell yeah.
L’Empire Strikes Back
Its official. The French are jolly happy to have their empire across the world. Alright, it may cost them several billion euros every year, and brings in practically zero in return (bar some fantastic honeymoon locations, and a rather nice heap of nickel from New Caledonia), but think of the glory of it all. Read More…
Iguana Tonight
Alright, so it goes like this. “Do come over for dinner tonight, Rosie. We are cooking a Guyanese delicacy.” Pregnant iguana, no less. A speciality for July and August, apparently, because the female iguana is full of eggs, slow and easy to nobble with a gun. Isn’t that a bit unfair,I suggest? Cue general laughter. Read More…
Welcome to Wild Guyane
This trip is getting stranger and stranger – a bit like falling down Alice’s rabbit hole. Take the familiar French DIY chain Mr Bricolage. Totally ordinary, everyday, suburban. The Gallic version of Homebase. It has transformed itself in my view. First, it was on the front of a giant shed selling barbeques and paintbrushes. Then, it was festooned on the sail of a Martiniquais ‘yole’, or crazy sail boat with no steering other than six or so logs onto which the sailors have to perch, dangling several feet above the water. The boat is sponsored by Mr Bricolage, you see. Now we are in Guyane, South America, what do you know but our friend Mr. Bricolage pops up again – this time within the context of a deep Amazonian forest, with giant butterflies, vultures and mosquitos the size of helicopters. Read More…
Rosie Trying to Speak French on TV
The kids sabotage the filming (off stage). See how annoyed Mr Millard gets!
Growing my hair
Alright, flattery has done it. To those nice people who stay up late and watch This Week. I’m growing my hair.
Does it make any difference to what I say? Probably not, but you know people apparently only take in 20% of what you say on TV. The other 80% is taken up with noting hair, fashion, etc etc.
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