Category: Diary of a would be blogger
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Lost World replaced
The next instant it was gone – and so was our dinner. Ed Malone in the Lost World Hot foot in the snow to St Andrew Square to check poetry stakes are still in place. So far so good, though last week I obviously blogged too soon. The Lost World vanished from the garden within…
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Open books, open minds
This is London, in Edinburgh the living books wore black T shirts How odd that none of our local press took an interest in this event, Scotland’s first Living Library. In other cities (from the first event in Copenhagen to the latest UK event in Bradford) the place has been crawling with reporters and cameras.…
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After the event
Midsummer night’s dream: FOUND in the Palm House while the storm raged outside. I have written so many words elsewhere about Dialogues of Wind and Bamboo in the past six months I have never had time to express what I really feel about this extraordinary, all-consuming project. I would love to have found a few…
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This is midsummer and I am not dreaming
This is Susie Brown’s beautiful bamboo sculpture – let’s hope we get the blue sky Not much more than 24 hours to go now and I am determined to write a little bit about this extraordinary event for my own blog. After months of hard work behind the scenes and miles of emails flashing back…
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Leith twinned with Havana?
It took me a while to find the right place tucked away between high rise flats. By the time I got there the rest of the team were inside having coffee and my blurry mobile picture shows a community garden without people. Even so, the sun was slanting between high walls and if you squint…
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Living by numbers
This won’t do. It’s 11.35 am and what have I got to show for the day? Half an hour too long in bed, two cups of tea, two cups of coffee, half an hour too long reading the paper, 17 minutes drumming practice (ok, really 20 mins). Time I got down to some work but…
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Guantanamo Day
Ray has just come in to wish me luck, he hopes I won’t get arrested. Sadly work prevents him joining me on the Guantanamo demo organised by Amnesty today in Edinburgh, London and Belfast. Once Tommy arrives I shall go and collect the six orange boiler suits I booked online in an impulsive moment before…
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Miss Sixty
Just a bunch of…me and my mates growing old disgracefully on a trip to Orkney after Frances spotted the potential of the church name. I used my bus pass for the first time today, cupping it in my hand so only the driver would see it, dousing that half hope that he would refuse to…
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Dropping the shopping
I wonder if this can last. Before Christmas I made myself a promise that I would not get caught up in the panic of shopping for things I didn’t need in places I didn’t want to be. Now it is almost 2008 and I have more or less succeeded. I spent plenty of course –…
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Rock on – or off?
One picture worth a thousand words: you can never tell when an advertising slogan will turn sour. I snapped it waiting for the train home after a great weekend in Newcastle – great for us Baltic party goers, not so great for Northern Rock. The run on the bank has stopped but the future is…
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Election day notes
High noon – time for me to take my stand at the polling station. What to wear? Black is a bit funereal but it will show up the red rosette better than my nice new red cardigan. I am to be on duty at the boys’ old nursery school just down the road. It is…
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Eagle eyed
I could be blogging about leafleting for the Labour Party; down streets and up tenement stairs to post bold red statements through unresponsive doors. Or I could just rant about the curse of badly placed letter boxes (pity the postman who has to do this every day). Or fret about signs of a community so…