Liebes Deutschland

There’s nothing quite as groovy as being invited to visit far-flung lands and conventions to burble about books.  In the last few years, I’ve been made welcome and treated like a princess by book-lovers in Estonia, Spain and Poland, and from the past a few other countries besides. There are few things that make a scribbler quite as happy as realising that there are people who have enjoyed your books in other languages, and who have taken the time to come and tell you – it’s hard to really explain the rush of gratitude and delight. As if that wasn’t …

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Say whaaaaattttt??

Good news, world!  For the last 6 weeks I’ve been helping out on a political campaign, and as a result, my blog hasn’t been inundated with me mouthing off about that stuff, ‘cos I’ve been knackered.  Properly knackered. Bad news, world! Theresa May has promised to scrap human rights in the UK! That should give you an idea of how knackered I’ve been.  It hasn’t been the endless cascade of schools facing budget calamities, or the scrapping of free school lunches; nor plans to force the NHS to sell off its assets to private developers, or the funding crisis in …

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Music Gigs

It is a well-known fact that I know nothing about Popular Culture.  Geekdom… I’m ok.  Not that geeky, but ok.  The rest… not a clue. This ignorance extends to music. Except perhaps… after barely five years of being a gig lighting designer, turns out I do have a few things that I love.  They’re a bit all over the place, thematically, with two caveats.  1.  They’re all fun to light.  2.  Odds are very high that the performers were at no time rude to their technicians, since it’s so much harder to appreciate musical merit when you’re seething with quiet …

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Or Don’t?

Walking home a few days ago, and I was a bit of a mess. Firstly: I was knackered.  Just utterly shattered.  It hurt to blink and I kept on catching myself thinking ‘where am I going again?’ even though these were streets I’ve walked down a thousand times. Secondly: I’d had some bad news.  Hopefully not world-shatteringly bad.  One of those bits of bad news that might be sorta ok but a bit grim for a while… or might be terrible.  (I hasten to add: I’m fine, and it has nothing to do with my wellbeing.) In the past, when …

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All the pink

There was a moment at primary school where I categorically rejected pink.  Pink was a stupid colour.  Pink was the girls’ colour.  Girls who liked to prance around in princess costumes work pink.  Girls who weren’t breathtakingly relieved when the local ballet school burnt down after only one unwelcome class, wore pink. Girls who giggled at nothing, and said stupid things, and bitched behind other girl’s backs, and weren’t ever gonna stand on their own two feet, wore pink. That was what my 8-year-old brain decided. Sure, there’s volumes written on how children have their gender identity defined for them …

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