31.1.07

Feeling sick

I’m feeling totally crap this morning. I’ve caught a cold and as some of you know, I don’t do things by half and that includes getting ill. I’m at the beginning stages so I’m still coherent but what’s pissing me off is the fact that I’m going to an Outlandish gig tonight and have been looking forward to it for weeks and now that it rolls around, I’m feeling like a nauseous hippo being forced to sit in a clean white room when all it wants to do is go to sleep in the mud. The journey in was crap. I left my headphones at work so I couldn’t escape the drone of life around me with music. This is probably a good thing since the first song on shuffle would probably have been Tracy Chapman’s Fast Cars or something equally as depressing. As I alighted onto the platform at Liverpool Street Station, I found that my cover of graceful-but-ruthless-sophisticate-with-a-ready-scowl-for-anyone-that-gets-in-her-way had deserted me so I ended up stumbling my way in and out of people’s paths. I actually bought (and ate!) an apple this morning which should indicate just how ill I’m feeling. The construction work outside isn’t doing a lot for my headache and I can’t seem to funnel my thought stream into anything productive so that’s why I’m here having a moan. And, yeah, that’s it.

29.1.07

Thanks and apologies

I’m posting a quick note about the Playing with Words event that I attended on Saturday morning. I just want to say a huge thanks to everyone who turned up to show their support. It was a really worthwhile event and went beyond my expectations.

A special thanks to Rabina Khan for organising the event and inviting me along. Thank you to the Idea Store for hosting the event. May it be the first of many to come. I’m sorry to those of you who didn’t get a chance to say hello before I rushed off. Also, I want to apologise to Channel S for rushing off before giving you an interview. Next time!

25.1.07

Great Expectations

Anytime I’ve been asked to give advice to youngsters, I tell them to follow two simple rules and they’ll be okay:

1. Stay in school
2. Don’t do drugs

It doesn’t mean that those who don’t follow those rules won’t be okay in life (I’m pretty sure uneducated rock-star drug-addicts are pretty damn content) and it doesn’t necessarily mean that by following those rules, you will achieve all your dreams but it does mean that you’ll do okay.
A friend recently asked, “Surely that’s not all the advice you can give. There’s loads of other stuff kids should do to succeed.”
I shook my head, “Nope, that’s it.”
She frowned dubiously. “Are you telling me that that’s all you’re gonna tell your kids when you have them? ‘Stay in school. Don’t do drugs’?”
I nod. “Well of course there’ll be other stuff but that’s the barebones of it.”
She shook her head. “Just you wait. There’ll be no end to the stuff you want your kids to learn and do and say.”

That conversation got me thinking about children and wondering whether I would have sky-high expectations of them the way I do with myself. I recently commented to a friend that I could have done so much more with my life. I don’t know where this hunger for more turns into greed but it is certainly one of my malaises. I have decided that if I have kids I will go easy on them and be satisfied as long as they do well in school and stay away from drugs. Oh, and one more thing. I hope that they will be readers. I seriously, honestly, genuinely think that reading in one’s youth gives a person a kind of deeper intelligence or knowledge (or maybe wisdom) that is missing from so many people. I can’t really explain this intangible quality but I hope that it settles in my children.

8.1.07

Email exchange

Kia: And, forgot to say... asking a person with dyslexia to proofread by manuscript is just asking for trouble, isn't it? (Not terribly PC I know but there you go...)
Person-with-dyslexia: Did you mean "my manuscript" there? =P
Kia: Cheeky bugger
Person-with-dyslexia: You deserved it =)

4.1.07

I'm Back

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for abandoning you all during the Christmas period. As you can imagine, I was really busy… watching Fifty Greatest Number Ones Ever and Fifty Greatest Rock Songs Ever and Fifty Greatest Videos Ever and so on and so forth. It’s the curse of Freeview; nothing good is on but you sit and watch it anyway. I’m pretty sure it made me shed more than a few brain cells. It has also forced me into developing a liking for Ashton Kutcher. I don’t know why or how his moronic ramblings on the endless repeats of Punk’d made me begin to find him attractive but there you have it. (Not quite as scary as me wondering if Gordon Ramsay is as passionate in the bedroom as he is in the kitchen but I was hormonal so we’ll discount that).

Overdosing on TV aside, I actually managed to do something good for a change; I went for a run, twice this week. I decided to start running partly because it’s a good way to let off steam but also for the obvious reason of getting fit. I have never exercised regularly up to this point because I’m lazy and slim so never had the motivation. My diet has consisted of chips, chocolate and Nandos for years but it was only after I consumed over three quarters of a strawberry gateau in one day over the holidays that I started to question myself. Colleagues at the medical research centre I work at tell me that I’m fat on the inside and that I will get diabetes and heart disease before my time. On the other end of the spectrum, if I dare to mention the C-word to friends, they all glare at me in disparage. The C-word being Cellulite of course. Some fail to understand that it’s a curse that doesn’t discriminate between overweight unhealthy women and slim unhealthy women. So, yes, getting fit is on the cards.
Other than that, I’m a few chapters away from completing the first draft of my second book (yay me). I’m also starting to house-hunt so I’m set for a busy few months. I guess if it all starts to get on top of me, there’s always Freeview :)

Oh, and Happy New Year.