Friday, 31 December 2010

Early resolution!

Dear all (whoever might be reading this blog out there in cyberspace), I have made a resolution. Long have I been searching for a reason, a focus, nay, a veritable impetus for this, my blog, and now the way has become clear to me. I shall provide timely and interesting reviews of prose, poetry and possibly even plays.

But firstly, I shall stop writing in an overly bombastic and dramatic style. Quite why I felt the need to declaim in such an appalling faux-Shakespearean manner is beyond me. Secondly, I shall be a bit more honest. My reviews are unlikely to be a)timely or b)that interesting, but I shall try!

So, for my first review, I present to you "Mrs Fry's Diary" by Mrs Stephen Fry. Mr Stephen Fry is one of my favourite writers of all time, so I was very pleased to receive this gem in my Christmas stocking this year. And the speed reader that I am, I have since devoured this 346 page trove of tremendousness. Mrs Fry reveals in detail what its really like to live with the man the public see as erudite and educated; needless to say, Mr Fry at home is a very different household implement of sea creatures. It is exceptionally fabulous to see that Mrs Fry also demonstrates a similar sense of humour that her more-famous husband frequently displays in the public arena, with witty one-liners and puns galore.

To conclude: a very entertaining read (and yes, I do realise it's fiction) which I recommend to anyone with eyes and a brain.

Next review: Kate Mosse's "The Winter Ghosts".


Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Lack of commitment.

This is not something of which I am usually accused. However, when it comes to certain things like watching a whole programme on telly, playing a computer game to the end or regular Internet writing, it is a veritably accurate label. I'm not sure exactly why I'm so bad at keeping up with my Internet communications but I am pretty terrible. It does require both being at a computer and having something non-libellous or career-threatening to say!

So hooray and much rejoicing for my new iPhone which enables communication from the comfort of my sofa. While I am watching the telly. Back to my lack of commitment!

Friday, 13 August 2010

My first blog...

Hello blogging world!

Now I am well aware that blogging under the influence of wine should be avoided. (Said from some experience!)

But this evening I felt inspired to follow in the steps of my brother and his girlfriend (as well as many others) to start my own blog.

The problem, of course, is what to write about. I have called this blog "Thoughts and self-reflection in South Dorset". Not a particularly interesting, or even revealing, title, but one I hope is self explanatory. I have lots of thoughts you see. Sometimes in a useful, what-are-we-going-to-have-for-tea kind of way, and sometimes in a random, not-very-well-structured, loopy-as-a-box-of-frogs type of way. My new mantra is that they MUST BE SHARED (perhaps not all of them though, that might be a bit too much!) So, sorry for that in advance.

Having just got back from holiday, I feel the need to discuss the nature of time. This is something I feel I simultaneously know a lot and a little about. Obviously, the passing of time is something I have an understanding of (seconds, minutes, hours), as is the concept of doing time or time travel (especially after watching "Donnie Darko" multiple times). However, what I do not understand is how the passing of time can be so fluid and changeable. For example: I have just had a two week holiday which feels BOTH like it has lasted forever and like it only started five minutes ago. How is that possible? I have done LOADS of stuff (including random, no-one-else-was-volunteering falconry, canoeing and many beautiful walks) but yet it feels like two minutes ago I was packing to go away. Any thoughts would be welcome, either posted below or sent in an email to:*

*The blogger accepts no responsibility for the end location of said emails or possible reactions to them.

Saying that, I had a lovely holiday; it almost tempted me to jack it all in and become some kind of craftsman (actually, craftswoman, or person, I wasn't tempted by a sex-change as well) in Pembrokeshire. Or possibly, someone who runs self-catering holidays there. Or maybe just run away and join a travelling troupe of actors. We went to see one. They performed "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the beautiful venue of "The Bishops's Palace" in St David's. It was...ok. Some performers were very good. Others...were less so. Still, it gave me some ideas for my forthcoming production...

The only disappointment of my holiday? Not seeing the puffins nesting on Skomer Island. Apparently they know exactly when the school holidays start and disappear just before that! I did see a few out at sea but it's not the same... never mind!

Well, I hope that wasn't the worst first blog ever. Hope some of you stick around.

Ro x