Laurie Graham

Mr F telephoned me at about 5.30 last evening. ‘Where are you?’ he asked, in the tremulous tone of a man who fears he’s been abandoned. I said, ‘I’m in Malibu. I’ve run off with Clint Eastwood.’ Just kidding. Actually I was two rooms away making Cheezy Feet cookies. This picture, by the way, is not of…

     Well, the British public may have slumbered through the Archbishop of Canterbury’s recent insults but they’re wide awake now and Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall must take the credit. How did he succeed where others have failed? He suggested that there’s no logical reason for not eating dogs. The reaction has been predictably rabid. Dogs hold incredible sway over…

Rowan Williams preached a sermon yesterday in Harare and in it he said something I thought was extraordinary. The British press has been unanimous today in praising the Archbishop for socking it to Mugabe and so far I haven’t seen anyone comment on his remark that, ‘the current regime is no better than the colonial misrule it…

We didn’t make it to church this morning  – too slow off the mark. If I’m honest I had a rather weaselly motive for allowing Mr F to sleep late: our new priest insists on Confession before Communion and like all cradle Anglicans I find Confession very tough. Everyone knows about Catholic confessionals. The Orthodox do it…

My last novel, AT SEA, has been selected by the Daily Mail as their YOU Reading Group book of the month. Check out their review and their special offers at http://www.youreadinggroup.co.uk  And yes, thank you for asking, I’ve delivered my latest manuscript and as everyone in publishing is in Frankfurt till October 16th I’m free to relax and fantasise…

 I am here today to tell you that after long and careful consideration I have decided I will not be running for President. Of anywhere. Instead I intend to spend more time with my family, my squeedgee floor mop and my accountant. But I would like to take this opportunity to thank my husband, my blog…

Ten days without blogging. Tsk, tsk. Where have I been? Well I’ll tell you. First  I was in Wiltshire for our annual dose of rural English charm. The village of Ramsbury never fails us and this year will be especially memorable as our hosts carried off first prize in the inaugural Best Scarecrow competition. I’d have loved…

   We’re about to  head for the airport, off to the UK for a very welcome long weekend with friends. R&R, bring it on. Our bags are packed and by the front door.  But then I noticed that our rugs are looking a bit cruddy. Just enough time to run the hoover over them. And then I thought, ‘Why, Laurie?’  ‘Well,’ I…

The world is full of such a wonderful variety of things. Unfortunately faceless people seem more and more to make our choices for us. Yes, yet again I’ve been indulging in the national sport of pensioners: complaining. I need a bottle of Graham’s bog standard 20 Euro port. Okay, I don’t need it, but I do…

 Reading advance notices about McGinnis’s expose of Sarah Palin has reminded me about the reaction of the Left when SP first stepped to the front of the political stage. I can’t think of anyone else who has attracted so much hostility. Ronald Reagan was derided but this is sheer venom. One of my Dumbocrat friends, seated…