May your enemy be happy

There was a time a few years back when the media was full of tales about how Mindfulness could change people’s lives.  “That’s so Kings Heath!” I remember scoffing to one of my friends as we sipped our skinny decaf americanos in a vegan-friendly café in, you guessed it, Kings Heath.  The irony didn’t escapeContinue reading “May your enemy be happy”

UNESCO, radio and the ‘second orality’ revolution

The following blog first appeared on BOLDtexter Tim Stimpson’s website. I recently had the pleasure of being interviewed by UNESCO’s Giulio Bajona for World Radio Day (13th February). It was for an article about the power and resilience of radio: how it can connect us to our past, help us understand the present, and evenContinue reading “UNESCO, radio and the ‘second orality’ revolution”

Happy New (Tax) Year!

Okay, the new tax year starts in April, but January means one thing (other than giving up booze and New Year’s resolutions): TAX. Movember is much easier for me, as I now have a permanent moustache – being a woman who has lived for several decades.  But somehow my longevity doesn’t help me deal withContinue reading “Happy New (Tax) Year!”

Writing the future

I’m not one for New Year resolutions. It’s mainly because I’m useless at keeping them and I hate the feeling of failure that has normally set in by the end of the January. This year was no different. The world, however, seemed to have other ideas…. As Big Ben rang in 2021, the UK departedContinue reading “Writing the future”

Not so dry January

I’m totally rubbish at New Year resolutions. I was one of those children who’d ask for a diary for Christmas and would have abandoned keeping a journal by the time we went back to school. I do, however, usually manage ‘dry January’ (or, as it’s known around our house, ‘almost dry January’) but, like aContinue reading “Not so dry January”

Goggle eyed

My New Year’s resolution is TV-related due to the many hours I’ve spent goggle-eyed in front of the box recently.  In fact, over the 43 weeks since the first lockdown, I’ve probably watched upwards of 1,500 hours of television. That’s an incredible 62 days!  For two whole months, I have squirmed around on my lumpyContinue reading “Goggle eyed”

Time to get the deckchairs out

New Year inevitably makes me think about some of the people I miss. This year my grandmother Ivy has been on my mind. Born in 1905 in Newark (Nottinghamshire), Ivy lived through World War I with her beloved older brother Harold away in Germany on active service, World War II in Coventry where she remainedContinue reading “Time to get the deckchairs out”