London’s West End

As an undergraduate I was shocked and impressed when my boyfriend and one of our mates (who went on to lead a huge publishing house within not many years) laid a wager: the first one to see a play would pay the other £50. £100 if it had Judi Dench in it.

Nobody Else Laughed

We were crammed like sardines in the early morning tube. As is often the case, there wasn’t even enough room for me to hold a book between me and my neighbours so I could not read; could do nothing but stand wedged between the commuters, swaying with them.

Human Discourse

‘All of you! Your money was built on slavery.

‘Everyone knows I am right.

‘And anyone who thinks I am not is a racist.’

Honest by Name, Honest by Nature

First time eating at a branch of this burger chain (not bad) and I was delayed as I tried to leave afterwards by a man in a motorbike helmet blocking the doorway as he made a delivery.

I Even Love The Commute

The novelty will soon wear off, I dare say.  But for now I stand, hungry for input, on my daily commute.  So many glimpses into so many lives, if you don’t keep your eyes in a book or on your tiny screen.

The Power of Visualising Your Dreams

You know all those people who tell you that if you chant about wanting a yacht, or write it in a little book or scrap of paper, you’ll get one? What a load of crap.

The Smell of Money

 

I still think the constant cry of ‘out of touch!’ from politicians is a cheap shot.