The festive verse-a-thon is progressing well, though I don't know how I'll cope today as I've got a gig tonight and I'm knackered ( Read more... )

I got to the museum in plenty of time on Wednesday to take over the evening storytelling shift while David went off to appear in Wuthering Heights. Five minutes later, my first audience came in ( Read more... )

This week, I think I have moved a little closer to finding the art of my heart... at the very least what I appreciate the most in others. The trouble with this sort of realisation is that you think you've been working hard, but there's going to be lots to do yet ( Read more... )

Constitution, willpower, finances, immune system.

All of these have taken a considerable battering following a most joyously raucous weekend beside the cold North Wales seaside celebrating SCIENCE!! FICTION!!!!. Yes, it was the SFX Weekender. And yes it was two weekends ago ( Read more... )

Christmas round my brother's house saw my sister-in-law, Annie, absolutely triumph as a domestic goddess. Turkey, proper roasties, spicy cranberry and bread sauces, salmon en croute, parmesan parsnips... mmmmmmmmm ( Read more... )

Friday was my office party. No jeans, no trainers. So, somewhat honour of This is England '88 I decided that I was wearing these babies...


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Now here's a twist: I went to a convention and it was absolutely nothing to do with science fiction!

No - it was a bloggers' convention. A foodie blogger's convention at that.

The Bite n' Write con was put together by my brother James Bolton and my sister-in-law Annie Ko who are specialists in web media and baking lovely things respectively. It ( Read more... )

Things to ponder ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I am going to be performing poetry quite a bit, and will be hosting a show in the Underground theatre in the Derngate Northampton at 4. Before then, you can catch me at the Fishmarket and on the route between there and the theatre for poetry happenings between ( Read more... )

I have had to start the day with the mental image of Paul Hollywood shaking his head at me, occasionally tutting and then saying, "No, Donna, I'm not angry. I'm just disappointedFor indeed, I have made bread. It has everything you want of bread. A nice flavour, a good even crumb. And the middle is, erm, slightly doughy. It is still lovely, but I am ( Read more... )