Showing posts with label trotters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trotters. Show all posts

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Blogging from Blightly


As well as the sunny weather, I brought food poisoning to London. This explains my unscheduled absence. I had planned my blogs. Instead I found myself having to plan my bogs. (Oh dear, I’m sorry.)

I got off the flight, dumped my cases at the hotel and went off to find a hospital with a walk in GP unit. I am sort of, slowly, on the mend but disinclined to explore the list of restaurants and cafés I’d got planned for this trip.

Facebook friends will know that I made a special boot purchase in Bangkok and I was excited to have ten days in which to wear them. But so far, the weather in London has been hotter and sunnier than Bangkok (middle of the rainy season.) THANK goodness I slipped in the flip flops at the last minute.

On Monday I’m off to Arvon. That’s meant to be time to retreat into my writing so I’ll see you here if I manage to schedule some posts. Who knows?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Film, writing and trotters

Seven of us went to see Milk last night, in one of the old cinemas in Siam. It cost 100 baht (£2). While we were waiting to go in a man rolled the film past us on a reel, a bit under a meter in diameter. I wish I’d been quick enough to take a picture.

I loved the film (thank god everyone liked it because I chose it!) Sean Penn – as well as becoming rather gorgeous as he ages – was brilliant. I’d like to go back in and watch it all over again. I can’t believe I didn’t know any of it. I would’ve been twelve when he was assassinated (not really a spoiler… it’s clear from the start. The story is told in flashback, as he records it ‘in case of assassination.’)

I’ve done well with my writing the last couple of days and caught up after my sick days. I am, as my mentor put it, really getting into the meat of the story. (That’ll be the tofu for you, Daughter.) I just finished a very exciting scene (hopefully) with accusations flying and secrets being hinted at.

And now that I'm back home after a failed attempt to get my trotters painted ... I might even do a bit more!