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101: DRUNK GUY
I’m currently working one day a week in central London, doing my latest film production job. When I get on the train to London, in the morning, and when I get on the train back home, in the evening, I’m focused on one thing… getting a seat around a proper table. I mean a table…
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At one point I was thinking of numbering all of these blog posts I’ve written with Roman numerals, rather than giving them titles. This would have been a challenge, as I really can’t remember how to do Roman numerals. But why would you do something so pretentious in the first place? you might ask. Well,…
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99: GIFT OF LIFE
This afternoon, Lizzie has an appointment with the surgeon (Mrs. S) who removed her cancer last summer. The build-up to the appointment has been a little fraught, because Lizzie’s due to get the results of her latest blood test from the surgeon too… the blood test which says whether her ‘markers’ have gone up or…
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98: GUESS WHO
It’s early Saturday morning – forty-five minutes before I have to take Annie to football – and I’m in the kitchen with Lizzie. Lizzie is rummaging through her tray of repurposed drugs… the ones she’s taking, like Metformin (originally intended to help with diabetes, but now thought by many to have cancer-fighting properties), to decrease her…
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97: SNIP. SNIP. SNIP.
I’m staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. I’m about to trim the unruly nasal hairs sticking out of my nostrils, with a pair of nail scissors. Except… I can’t see my nasal hairs properly. They’re completely out of focus, however much I peer at them. So I go to our bedroom, put my comfy…
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96: SICK
I’m talking to Lizzie and Annie in the living room. We’re all recovering from a twenty-four hour stomach bug, which has seen Annie off school the last few days. I felt pretty dizzy and nauseous last night, but today I seem to be OK again. Annie, on the other hand, is really milking the fact…
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95: SCUTTLE F***ERY!
Lizzie took these photos of a spider in our house, lurking on a doorframe. Is it waiting to drop on our heads as we walk through? Probably. Maybe this is why we don’t get many visitors (apart from spiders). Click here for main blog page
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94: BEER FEAR
We’re on the train back home, the Sunday after Lizzie’s London party, and I’m mingingly hungover. I want to loll my head over and put it on Lizzie’s shoulder, but I know she’ll never let me. She doesn’t go for heads-on-shoulders kinds of poses. Of course, I have beer fear: alcohol-fuelled-paranoia about what kind of…
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93: BIRTHDAY BLACKMAIL
It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m in my home office, doing some particularly boring work. My friend B. rings and I gladly pick up. ‘Hi P.!’ she says. She actually calls me ‘P.’ I’m not trying to hide my own identity. ‘Can you talk?’ B. asks. ‘I’m doing some particularly boring work,’ I reply. ‘So, definitely!’…
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92: WELCOME TO THE NOTSWOLDS
I’ve just relocated my office to the loft… and I’ve realised this is the ONLY room in the house with a view of the Cotswolds*. Just. I mean, you have to REALLY REALLY look. It’s a question of squinting really. Through binoculars. But still! THE BLOOMIN’ COTSWOLDS!!! Move over Jeremy Clarkson, this is our ‘hood…
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