‘Mum, can we play donkey pole?’ ‘What’s that? Do you mean Donkey Kong?’ ‘No.’ He pulls out a light sabre from behind his back. ‘I mean donkey pole, where I get to donk you over the head with this pole.’ ‘Oh. Well in that case, no thank you.’ ‘Okay!’ He runs off, and as he…
Following on from yesterday, I thought I’d make a collage to compare Sam Rockwell and Gary Oldman. Why? 1) Because I was interested to see if anyone else saw the resemblance or if it was just me. and 2) Um … well. Look at them! Why not?!
Originally posted April 2009 I have lost all vocabulary. I arrive upon a cartoon bugler’s herald to a scene where with jesters hat jingling my words seem mocking; they serve no purpose. Emotional gravitas is thrown on a paperpile marked “for later.” Then it is hidden, and later unbidden, in my mind’s library where other…
Read / February 26th, 2010
Congratulations first of all to Nerida who won the Vicks thermometer on Wednesday. She’s been reading Miscmum for a long time 🙂 Rachel Hills recently asked me to write a guest post about my experiences with children’s publishing – and here it is! Finally, today, I sent this off to the printers: Right now, I’m feeling…
I have taken to green, and I don’t know why. When I was a teenager, I never wore it, found it such a 70s colour <insert teenagerly disdain>, even during the 60s psychedelic fashion revival of the early 90s, and certainly once the monochromatic Calvin Klein / minimalism of the mid 90s came about. Mind…
Edited to add: Thanks to my being in a general flurry this week, I forgot that this giveaway goes against my obligations to the BlogHer ads I have on my sidebar, and so I have moved the giveaway to another page where it should have been all along. My apologies to everyone.
Keira is already getting flowers from boys.
“In the modern way of knowing, there have to be images for something to become “real.” Photographs identify events. Photographs confer importance on events and make them memorable.” Susan Sontag Like many parents, I spend a decent chunk of my weekend waiting for classes or activities to finish. And if you’re like me, you…
My dad works just over the fence from my school. Sometimes he pokes his face over the fence. So he did, and on the odd occasion I saw him stick his head over to seek me out on the playground during lunch, there I’d be, ambling around, almost certainly waiting for the bell to ring…
