I'm just back from a heartwarming trip to my hometown of Swansea, where I caught up with family, dipped my toe into the Dylan Thomas Centenary Celebrations, and ate a ridiculous amount of food!
I'm feeling extra sunny today, having been awarded the Sunshine Award for Blogging by fellow writer: AK Andrew. Big thanks to AK, who writes poetry and fiction and is the author of the novel: Radio Echo. Find out more here.
This summer is turning into a bit of a filmfest for me! There really is nothing to watch on TV, so hubs and I have been settling down in front of a mix of fims, including The Wolverine and Wreck it Ralph.
When I was 12 years old a Harvest Festival meant a meagre scraping together of tangerines, potatoes and a tin of beans. Items would be deposited at the front of the school hall by each bewildered child, wondering why they had to part with their lunch. Many years later Waterford has shown me exactly what a Harvest Festival should mean.
Cork has become one of my favourite places to escape to - not that I need to escape very often. It's just that when...
You've got to love the pure energy of these guys, even though for twins they are very uncoordinated . . . One twin refuses to accept the idea of syncronisation and throws in his own random moves with complete abandon. This only adds to the uncontained exuberance of the performance though and you'd have to be very stony hearted not to smile once.
I'm congratulating myself on a birthday well celebrated! Taking my cue from Usher, who recently announced on the Graham Norton show that he has 'a birthday week', I began my birthday celebrations on Sunday 28th October and ended them on Sunday 4th November!
Last Thursday (March 6th) was World Book Day and I celebrated by treating myself to three new books: 'The American' by Martin Booth, 'Killing the Shadows' by Val McDermid' and 'Ghost Light' by Joseph O'Connor.
'The Quiet Man' is one of those films that made a significant impression on me as a child. I first watched it at my Aunty and Uncle's house, marvelling at the fact that here was John Wayne, in a role that didn't require a cowboy hat or studded boots. He seemed more vulnerable somehow, still with that dry sense of humour but showing a little more emotion than usual. As for Maureen O'Hara, she was so beautiful and headstrong. I loved the combatitive quality of the relationship between the two, played out against green fields and the chatter of local gossip.
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