Dec 2nd 2012
Yes, long time no see... but I have
been traumatised by being 2 centimetres from death on a tiny pedestrian
pathway on The Mancunian Way...no way can you jump off this walkway to
get round the huge brambles which block your path. BMWs and trucks
come round the corner at an amazing speed, and the tips of your trainers
quiver on the kerb as they roar by. Never try this, children. No
matter how late you are and how far away is the big pedestrian
flyover. Enough.... I want to share with you the best afternoon ever,
which I had at Webster Primary School www.manchester.schooljotter.com/webster
Go here to read all about it: http://manchesterliterature.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/inspired-ideas.html
October 5th 2012
First today it's Manchester Literature Festival again! This time at The People's History Museum
to hear Alex Scarrow read from his work... the last few moments of the
life of a waiter on the Titanic, the making of Bob. Before that he
gave us the most bizarre image of the festival - for me anyway - Hitler
as Yoda. 'Invade Russia why don't I...' think about it... it only takes
your Hitler accent to slip a little and you are there... But there,
through those big plate glass windows that I'd like to have in my house,
well, a very big house that I haven't got yet, is the River Irwell.
bit brown, a bit litter laden but definitely got potential.
Manchester's rival to the Venice canal system and not in immediate
danger of sinking into the landscape.
Later had a
birthday dinner with Di - did I swear too much in Da Carlo's? I can't
gauge it, sometimes you think you are whispering but the wine tells
different! Nice fireworky candle, though. Amanda is delightedly
pregnant, completely round tum and a big smile on top. Next, a taxi to
( again, I know) www.derby-jazz.co.uk/
at Deda to listen to Cloudmakers Trio and relaxxx and .... mull over
the aphorism on a stupid cup for sale in the museum shop at the People's
History Museum. There were lots and I read every one, can't help it,
just like I look for all our family names on the stands of personalised
cards, but this one stuck in my head. 'What would you do if you weren't
afraid of failure' it said. Well, what? I asked around me...some people
apparently aren't afraid of anything and some think fear is a useful
tool to stop us making mistakes - particularly life threatening ones
like walking down the Mancunian Way. Enough of that. I'll tell you about
me and the Mancunian Way later.
October 2nd 2012
Manchester Literature festival, Ulf and the kids!!
September 23rd 2012
Sunday at the jazz cafe.
If you happen to sit
at the front table during a 3 hour jazz cafe session - you might, say,
be happily drinking your red wine and tapping your foot in a kind of
knowledgeable syncopated way... just to show that you have some musical
leanings....when you sneakily cast your eyes downwards to see if your
foot tapping is successful...and you realise that your shoes were
reduced to £29.99 from £100 because they have a turny up point that
makes feet look very big. Other women have tried them on and seen this
fatal flaw before parting with their £29.99.
You sip your wine
and look around but then you cannot resist looking sideyways back at
Not big. Enormous.
You have enormous feet tapping away at
the front of the cool crowd at the jazz cafe. Possibly your feet are
obscuring the view of some customers. Maybe someone from behind the bar
will come out and ask you to move, or, at least tuck your feet under
You reflect sadly on how often you have been mislead by
price reductions in shoe shops. Those turquoise 4 inch heels with cork
platforms - they look amazing but require the wearer to hold on to an
obliging friend at all times. Not everyone has an obliging friend. Not
at all times.
Those gold flatties which are like fairy shoes but
which are obviously a size too small. Why did the woman in the shoe shop
sell them to me. Hard faced bitch - was she on commission? Did she have
a 4 children or a drug habit that had to be supported? How could she do
it? More importantly why, when the evidence of the four little gold
lumps of my squashed toes told another story, was I prepared to suspend
all reason and agree with her?
September 7th 2012 Exciting!!
an options contract today (Lordy, now I know what a quit claim is) with
Katya Jezzard, a scriptwriter currently living in Paris who is really
keen to turn Impostor into a TV or film script. She got the book, sat up
all night to finish it, put it down, and immediately saw a film/TV plot
with Ann at the centre. Her agents Creative Media Management www.creativemediamanagement.com/
will be handling the acquisition (now I know what 'production values'
mean). This will be great... when I read Katya's work Mademoiselle
I fleetingly thought, 'hmm, that main character is like Ann Dance
would be, had she benefited from good health care, a new set of moral
values, an education, lived in Paris and in this century, seriously,
because, even although Katya and I were writing in different centuries
and different formats these women smell the same... they have the same
hunted look in their eyes and maybe the same nervous jumpy walk. But I
had no idea then that we would be working together...wonder what Katya
will do to Ann...oho...can't wait to see.
August 8th 2012
a poetry reading at Tregwynt Mansion. Wild Welsh venue for art, poetry
and good conversation. Nrext day climbed an enormous hill, at the top ,
you look down on toy farms as the wind roars through your hair...
suddenly felt like a cigarette... now, where did that come form?The
scent of tobacco on the wind. Ah, lost pleasures.
day visited mills weaving all the colours of the land and always
serving Lemon Drizzle cake - that happens everywhere. There is a vast
cultural store of Lemon Drizzle cake baking knowledge, scribed on
centuries old sheets of laverbread, which is probably housed in caves
July 22nd 2012
a reading of Impostor in a women's prison this weekend. Felt very
strange, reading the chapter on Ann's escape from Markeaton Gaol. I was
conscious of the irony and thought that maybe this was an inappropriate
thing to be doing until someone said,'that's good. I like it. Read some
Felt relieved and a bit pleased with myself. Told a warder on my way
out, and she said,'look, they'd say anything was good just to keep you
going. Relieves the boredom, see.'
Fair enough, I thought.