Glastonbury 2017: Middle-aged mutterings from the safety of the sofa

Having trodden the muddy fields of Glasto a few times pre-kids, I’m always hit with pangs of longing, a hefty dose of FOMO and a small seeping of simmering resentment reserved for those who chirpily announce they’re off to revel in the hallowed Somerset fields near where I grew up. Do these emotions prompt me… Read More Glastonbury 2017: Middle-aged mutterings from the safety of the sofa

Hama Bead Hell: When creative play goes bad….very bad indeed….

Once upon a time there were two children: Big Sister and Little Brother. And they were so excited when they were given this… Their eyes lit up with delight and expectation as they excitedly drank in the sight of  thousands of brightly coloured beads –  “10,000” beads to be precise according to the boasty label… Read More Hama Bead Hell: When creative play goes bad….very bad indeed….

Bottoms up: Why my children enjoyed the new Hockney exhibition at Tate Britain almost as much as me

Half term saw us with the usual blank spaces to fill: where to go, what to do, what wholesome, vaguely educational or entertaining activities could be inserted into the week to ensure a pause from Fifa on the Xbox or a break from rummaging through BBC Iplayer to watch Gary Barlow and his Let It… Read More Bottoms up: Why my children enjoyed the new Hockney exhibition at Tate Britain almost as much as me

Why working with Tara Palmer Tomkinson was frenzied, frustrating but always fun.

I’ve done some funny things for work; had my hair cut by David Beckham’s sister Joanne, propped up the bar with Larry Hagman aka J.R. Ewing and visited a sex shop in East London to talk to slightly embarrassed and disarmed customers about their recent purchases. However, one of my most entertaining jobs was a… Read More Why working with Tara Palmer Tomkinson was frenzied, frustrating but always fun.