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130: DEODORANT
‘Do you have any deodorant I can borrow?’ I ask Lizzie, as we both empty the dishwasher in the kitchen. ‘I’ve run out.’ It’s about ten a.m., on a midsummer morning. It’s sunny and warm and – deodorant-less as I am – I’m worried my armpits might start getting smelly soon. ‘I don’t use deodorant…
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129: GRAVEYARD WEE
Lizzie and I are wading through the long grass of Bunton Church’s graveyard, accompanied by our dog Cedric*. For some reason, Lizzie’s let the hellhound off the lead… and he’s running about hither and thither over the graves, like a ginger, malevolent version of Greyfriars Bobby. ‘Don’t let him wee on the graves!’ I squawk…
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127: ADVERTS
I’m sitting in the living room, with Lizzie and the kids. We’re all together… in person, but not in spirit. In fact, each of us is on a device, completely ignoring the others. In my case, I’m perusing Facebook on my laptop. ‘Oh my God!’ I suddenly exclaim. ‘Now that I’m fifty, I keep on…
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126: ANTHONY HEAD
Hi readers! So, this is a journal entry I wrote back in 2023 about meeting actor Anthony Head years before that (back in the early 2000s, as it happens). I had planned to post this entry on my blog anyway, at some point… but the sad demise of Head, earlier in the week, has prompted…
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PAUSE, UNPAUSE
Hey! Time for a quick pause. So, with the previous post (125: One Year Later), we’ve reached another milestone and turning point in the story of ‘Stop Telling Me I’m Brave’ (do please have a read, if you haven’t already). That being the case, I thought now might be a good time to say… thank…
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125: ONE YEAR LATER
I’m in the office, doing my shit-shovelling film production job in London. It’s 7.30pm. I wanted to leave an hour earlier, but there’s just so much shit to shovel today. Suddenly my mobile rings… it’s Lizzie. A couple of days ago, before I left for London, Lizzie told me how she has an appointment with…
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124: GET INTO CHARACTER!
Following up on my entry about being in a Radiohead video, here’s another story about me being an ‘extra’ (in a movie this time). It was twenty-five years ago (spring or summer 1998) and I was working in Richmond, Surrey… when I heard they were looking for extras for the Mike Leigh movie ‘Topsy-Turvy’, filming…
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123: HAY
It’s Saturday morning and Lizzie and I are doing jobs in the kitchen. Things are a little tense, because they always are on a Saturday morning. This is because Lizzie always wants to kick off the weekend with an epic crusade of catching up with chores. Whereas the only epic thing I want to do…
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122: THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING KEY
I’ve lost my car key. Actually, I say I’ve lost my car key. But the evidence that it was actually me who lost it is inconclusive. On one hand, it nearly always is me who loses things like car keys, in our household. I’m a little absent-minded, to say the least. On the other hand,…
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