Not quite how either of us remember it, but Susan and I – described in a recent article on The Daily Express website as Sue and Susan who write books – had a little chuckle at the account by TV reporter Roxanne Hughes of our debut on television quiz show Pointless.
She described our consternation when co-hosts Alexander Armstrong and Richard Osman announced the first round of the competition would be on chemical elements.
We seemed, she said, to be incredibly excited – which completely baffled both Armstrong and Osman. Continue reading
What happens when your widowed, 61-year-old mother wants to bring a plus-one to your wedding?
How do you like your scones? The Devonshire way? Jam on top. Or do you go down the Cornwall route and spread the jam first and top with clotted cream?
One of my pet hates is people who complain things were better in the old days.
Forget stereotypes and box ticking: from Kick-ass Hotties to Mom Warriors, tarts with hearts and Crying WAGS – it’s all about the writing.
There may be better places to read a tale of derring-do in war torn France, but the Ille de Oleron, in the heart of what was once the occupied zone, takes some beating.
There’s no point beating about the bush – it was with some trepidation I agreed to read and review Dead Inside, from debut novelist Noelle Holten.
It’s the stuff of nightmares – or mine, at least. A bullying ex-boyfriend, a totalitarian religious sect, and a remote abbey that’s more like a concentration camp than a haven. The chills are coming quick and fast.
Most workplaces have someone like Martin – competent, capable, reliable but also just a little bit of a ‘weirdo’ who never joins in with the other guys.
Very occasionally, I’m grateful I can’t roll back the years and become a young adult again.