I do comedy, lecturing, journalism, radio and writing. I like beaches, books and buildings. Probably writing a bit too much about ovarian cancer at the moment because of reasons.
Jane Hill
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This is lovely. Sarah is one of the good’uns in comedy. That prize for the Best Newcomer will make a big difference to someone’s life and career.
I enjoyed this article.
I told an American music mate of mine to go and see The Fall when they played his local venue. He got there late and was let in for free - the guy on the door said “they suck so fuckin’ hard I’d feel bad charging you.”
It’s all a bit depressing, innit. Riots and the fucking World Cup. Thank goodness I’ve got the dentist to cheer me up.
I do know some people (usually) love the World Cup in the same way that I love Wimbledon and the big athletics meets, but I suspect even they are feeling uneasy about this one.
I’m currently reading an excellent book that I found in the depths of my unread list on my Kindle. Must have bought it years ago. It’s by Laura Spinney and it’s about the Spanish Flu epidemic. It’s really interesting. But what’s disconcerting is that it was written pre-2020.
I had my filling. My dentist is lovely and she numbed me so I didn’t feel a thing but the NOISE and the VIBRATION. We were laughing together at how tense I was. I may have used the words “worse than chemo.”
I used to be good at dentists.
So every so often she’ll explain concepts like “social distancing” as if we don’t know what it means, and discuss how populations may or may not respond to top-down orders during a pandemic, and it took me a while to twig that she’d written it in 2017. I wonder if there’s an update edition?
Having to be stern with myself not to feel guilty about knocking off early today. I’ve made good progress with marking today but my entire face hurts from my dental encounter this morning. And I’m probably still not at entirely normal energy levels. Paracetamol, Puzzler and a cuppa awaits.
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Quote post with yours.
Facebook has reminded me of the time I got told by a woman in a clothes shop that the very pretty blouse I was thinking of buying probably wouldn’t fit me “because all our clothes are one-size, and only go up to a 14.”
I am a size 14.
