Monthly Archives: November 2005
Meeting the Midwife
We just had our first antenatal appointment, round the corner at the little local hospital. Previous encounters with this same midwife were: 1. During the miscarriage, when I kept my initial appointment with her but she wasn’t remotely interested in … Continue reading
In which we learn that “baby” is french slang for whiskey
I am wondering if An Expensive Place To Die was Len Deighton’s first book, because it is so very inferior to everything else I’ve read by him. The writing style is self-consciously jokey, too obvious, and has bad, bad sentences … Continue reading
Green Eyes
49-51. Edna O’Brien’s Country Girls Trilogy is a set of little short books set in Ireland in the 50s and 60s, which I have just re-read after about 10 years. They are clearly the inspiration for any number of Irish … Continue reading
Gunpowder, and other seasonal dilemmas
Not really. I mean, I suppose I should admit to a frisson of discomfort as I stand in a muddy field with Pete’s arms around me, watching the pretty explosions of lights and the plumes of fume-filled smoke climbing blackly … Continue reading
Take your time, you’re gonna miss the flight
Yikes, people visiting from Troubled Diva, the world’s purplest weblog. And all I have on the front page is some dull ethical living nonsense; yes, there’s a lot of that around here. Must try to write something interesting. I know, … Continue reading