A lifestyle blog
Relax. That is the theme for this week’s post on The Gallery. Relax?!!!! Are you insane? How the hell is that possible? What a few weeks it has been, and this week is no better. My life is just madness at the moment and I am struggling to keep all the balls I have to juggle up in the air so relaxing is light on the ground and it
“Are you going this year? I can’t decide” “Well, yeah, actually I am” “It was really professional last year and I am not sure I am high brow enough to attend” “Yeah that worries me too. And what worries me more is that I am on one of the panels, speaking” “What? Shut up” “No you shut up. An actual panel with the actual Louise Mensch, Helen Lewis, Jack Munroe
In my youth it was a sign of a good night if you ended up lying on the pavement at the end of an evening. It is not usual, however, in middle age to start an evening that way. But on Thursday night that is exactly what we did. And exactly how one of my best friend’s Sarah started her birthday weekend, not ended it. Somerset House runs a season
Ranty Friday this week is about offensive T shirts and why, well, why I find them offensive. Whilst strolling around our local market last Sunday I saw a lady, of a similar age to me, walk towards me wearing that T-shirt. I was stunned. Nay, disgusted actually. A) why would you buy a T-shirt like that; B) why would you wear it out in public? I get that the
I make no secret of my love for Twitter. Nor my love for the news; wanting to know what is going on in the world several times a day. This week it feels as though Twitter has taken a real pounding in the press in a way that telephone companies have never taken a pounding for allowing hoax or abusive phone calls to be made (but that is a whole
Took me a while to find a picture for The Gallery this week. I don’t have many pics that show “play” as my three teens are more likely to be playing Candy Crush on their tablet or something on the PS3, neither of which are terribly photogenic situations. So I had a rummage through the archives and found this, which made me laugh. You will by now know that we
It is without a hint of irony that I decided to stay silent about my thoughts on the #TwitterSilence before Sunday. And in fact I wasn’t really going to take part in at all. I understood the point behind it but wasn’t sure I could stay silent, you know me. What has happened since though has backed up why the event had to happen. It was a group of people
Warner Bros Studio tour — The Making of Harry Potter “What shall we do for the day when we meet up with your uncle Gavin on August 3rd?” said my mum. My uncle is younger than me (long story) and lives in the US. He was over here for three weeks with his wife and two children and the only day we were free to meet up with them,
This post is brought to you in association with Thorpe Park (though not for any monetary gain on my part! I just want to share it with you) You know how much fun we had we went recently (and I how brave I was on the rollercoasters ) when we went to Thorpe Park, well I thought I would share some info from them with you now the summer holidays
Yes, Ranty Friday this week is about Simon Cowell’s baby. Not ranting AT the baby you understand, I feel sorry for the poor embryo. I am not even ranting at Simon Cowell or the young lady who is carrying said child. Though I suspect Mr Silverman, married to said lady might have had a few choice words to say. No I am ranting at the media’s obsession with this story.
It was during a recent episode of the cruise on BBC2 just as theywere talking about the average age of their customer being 68 that an email came through with our itinerary for a day aboard The Independence of the Seas. Mr B’s heart sank but I reassured him that Royal Caribbean cruises were as far removed from the ship in front of us on the TV as it was
Door. A single word for the theme on The Gallery this week but one that could mean so much. Do you often look at a door and wonder what is behind it? What does it lead to? With a firm interest in property I often look at doors between shops and wonder if they lead to a passageway behind the shops, or up to flats above? Is there happiness behind