I’ve hesitated before writing this post. Criticising the BBC can so easily seem like sour grapes: they used to put work my way and now they don’t and yeah, yeah, they need to encourage young talent. They need to air drama that’s relevant.  The last piece the BBC commissioned from me was a dramatisation of Little…

   This morning I turned up at Specsavers for a checkup, as requested, and discovered I was a clerical error. I’ve often suspected as much. So, finding myself with a free hour before I was due to meet Mr F for lunch I did what any self-respecting girl would do: tried on hats. I love…

No grand theme this evening, no rant. Just a few floor sweepings accompanied by a weary sigh. The latest club drug is apparently something called Coma Juice. You obtain it by squeezing those little pads impregnated with nail polish remover into your Bacardi & Coke and it induces feelings of happiness. Until you discover it destroyed your kidneys.…

So we’re home and let me just begin by getting something off my chest. I would like to know the name of the sadistic bastard who brought our flight in to gate Z99 at 1am this morning. I mean, if you thought we needed a route march why not land the plane in County Louth? Next…

Gerry Adams must be kicking himself. He’s been pipped at the post for this week’s Graceless Git award by Morrissey. Yesterday Morrissey described the Queen as being in the same tyrannical club as Gaddafi, thereby insulting in one stupid utterance both Her Majesty and all those people whose lives have been blighted by the Libyan horror. Morrissey. Does…

 Yes, I know this is getting repetitive but hellfire, it’s my blog. Sarah Ferguson likes to have us all along on her emotional journey and I feel an obligation to keep you current. I agree it’s a very long journey. Let’s face it, it’s a bloody Moscow to Vladivostock ride of self-discovery. But I know what you’re like,…

This is the little Leicestershire church I attended when I was a child, where I was married to my first husband, from which I buried both my parents and which I abandoned, in a manner of speaking, when I’d had enough of  the Anglicans messing with the Book of Common Prayer and ordaining ministers who talked like social…

  So was there a march and mock funeral for OBL yesterday outside the US embassy or not? The Daily Mail led with the story this morning and by lunchtime had dropped it down below Madonna splitting from her latest toyboy. I just read the Daily Telegraph cover to cover and couldn’t see anything about yesterday’s demonstration. The omission may…

I had a very nice Tuesday, thank you for asking. I caught a late morning train down to Bray, blew off the cobwebs with a brisk walk along the sea front and then had lunch with a friend. I’d forgotten how much I like trains. The DART, which runs from Howth at the north end…

A definite shortage of bunting in Dublin 6 this morning but that’s no more than I expected. Ireland has been a republic since 1949, after all. Neither did I expect to see anything of The Wedding because we don’t have a television. My plan was simply to buy a copy of Hello mag next week…