I’m going to be on BBC Breakfast on Friday morning. I have spent the last three weeks on a crash diet because I don’t want to find out that the adage about the camera adding ten pounds is true after the event, when I walk off set and switch on my phone to find a dozen …
Dear Alula, Yesterday you cried. You were inconsolable. You want to leave now, you sobbed. You don’t want to make friends in England, you said, because you’ll just end up leaving them, so what’s the point? You’re really bad at math, you cried. And you call braids braids, not plaits. Who calls them plaits anyway? …
For those of you who’ve followed us since the beginning you’ll remember that our reasons for leaving the UK were numerous. We wrote these reasons on post-its and stuck them on the wall of our bedroom in south east London before we decided to up stix and get the hell out of dodge. The reasons …
So here it is. My official website people, courtesy of my lovely husband. It’s still in beta but I’m just too excited to wait (wait? what’s that?) and had to share it with you all. Please spend time perusing the fantasy cast list. I spent many hundreds of hours living this fantasy. It’s only fair …
I just got paid. It’s very exciting. Money. For writing down all the crazy stuff that my imagination comes up with. How mental is that? Also I’m excited because today I appeared as a headline ABOVE Julian Assange. Bet he’s gutted. Anyway with the chaching still ringing in my ears I thought I’d be all …
As you know John, Alula and I left the UK in January 2010. We were looking for a new home – somewhere hot, less stressful, somewhere with a creative, entrepreneurial vibe, somewhere with good schools and good people. And we found Bali and it’s our version of perfect living (back then I hadn’t even anticipated …
It was when I had just finished school and was taking a year out to work and to go travelling, except I had no work so I joined this posh temp agency in Clapham who found posh sounding girls like me and matched them with even posher, rich people who needed people to walk their …
I am standing in the middle of a traffic island in rush hour traffic at the junction of St Martin’s lane and Long Acre. And I’m having an in depth quite serious conversation whilst people in suits rush past as though the end of the world is nigh. The conversation goes something like this: But …
The last three days have been some of the longest of my life. I’ve been waiting to hear back from 11 publishers. I wrote a book about a year ago. Well I started it a year ago. It’s fiction. Of the young adult variety. Kind of Twilight meets Heroes but my main character could take …
I was talking the other day in a post about the sense of community we’re finding just as we leave – remember the jazz dancing neighbours spinning off lamp posts and the pimping out I’m doing of John? – in a similar way, just as I resign and prepare to bugger off for a rather …
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