After a year and a bit, it’s time for me to say goodbye and hand the GHB blogging baton on to another writer. It’s been fun. And you’ve all been lovely. I particularly remember the time you sent your get well vibes when my Pet Bunny had a gammy paw and was facing possible amputation. … Continue reading
There were lots and lots of entries but I have picked a winner. Isobel Jones of Portishead… guess what? It’s you! Your parcel of books will be with you within the next ten days. 🙂 Continue reading
…. That you’ve already heard ALL ABOUT the Authors for the Philippines auction. I know that Karen Saunders posted a very good blog about it on this very site just the other day. But I’m going to mention it all over again. BECAUSE THE ONLINE AUCTION ENDS TODAY! AT 8PM. And if you haven’t looked … Continue reading
There were so many entries I thought I’d pick 2 winners! So here they are. Chloe Redmond of Drogheda in Ireland and Lynda Sanderson on the Wirral. Your signed books will be sent out to you within the next week. Thank you for entering. Continue reading
I LOVE music. Always have. Most probably always will. When I was very young I wanted to be a girl rock star in a band – but then I realised I couldn’t sing, was no good at the guitar and didn’t – technically – have anything to offer…. But at least I get to write … Continue reading
I wish those were my words but they’re not. They’re Zelda Fitzgerald’s… almost.* She was an American writer of the 1920s and wife of the very famous F. Scott Fitzgerald – him who wrote ‘The Great Gatsby.’ The reason I’m reminded of Zelda’s wise words now are because I’ve just returned from a trip to … Continue reading
Here I am. Am I here? Y’know it. It you know. This is Mister Senor Love Daddy Doing the nasty to ya ears, Ya ears to the nasty. I’se play only da platters dat matter Da matters dey platter. Doing da ying and yang Da flip and flop Da hippy and hoppy You de lay … Continue reading
When I was in high school, I wasn’t good at much. I didn’t really do sport, had metal braces stuck to my bottom teeth and a wonky fringe and bad highlights. It wasn’t my best time. But there was one place where none of that really seemed to matter much. Felixstowe library. I’d pedal to … Continue reading
I’ve always loved festivals. When I was younger, this meant music, fried onions and mud. I particularly remember my 25th birthday when I travelled up to Scotland with Fi, Kate and Ali for T in the Park near Edinburgh. All day, it rained and then shone and then rained and then shone again – and when … Continue reading
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