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Phoning in the dialogue

I’ve never claimed to be anything but an ill-informed Luddite when it comes to mobile phones. Or phones, as I believe the youngsters insist on calling them, refusing to believe there was ever a day when we tied them to a supporting wall with wires. Or that ‘the house phone’ once lived on a special […]

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A Brexit poem

Rarely do I venture so openly into political comments, but I can hardly let Brexit pass this site unmentioned. This is a poem. Its very short and very angry. Im tall and angry.

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Ban ‘real life’ dialogue – My first act as leader

It’s my mission to correct any idea you might have that dialogue on the page should reflect the conversations you have or hear every day!

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Ban the office party – My first act as leader

I’ll happily go for a drink after work. But I choose who I drink with. The organisation of any works social event where absence is deemed an act of party pooping should be punishable by a large fine and community service. Add an enforced theme to the office party, and I’ll up the punishment to life imprisonment or a spell ‘on the wall’.

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Ban text messages in drama – My first act as leader

What would you ban forever? In the first of a series of rants and rails, self-confessed old person Mo Fanning imagines what life would be like if British politicians stopped arsing around like silly boys at summer camp and got their act together. His first act as leader would change society, promoting kindness and fair […]

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Who’s doing the laundry?

It’s been a while since I did one of those ‘writing tip’ posts, so I decided to pick on my pet hate ‘laundry list writing’. It ought to be a crime.

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Tales of the cities

I suppose I knew three US cities in ten days would be tiring, and just for good measure, there was the tiny matter of squeezing in the Fanning gay wedding. I’m back home feeling like a poolside inflatable with a slow but steady leak. This whole blog piece will sound boasty, but so little ever […]

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The art of doing two things at once

In which I admit I’m not able to do two things at once. Something’s got to give. And I’m afraid that has to be the stand-up.

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Starry starry night

My husband-to-be assured me we could get hitched with minimal fuss. In a registry office. With no guests. Neither of us will write special vows. I voiced  doubt.

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Getting choppy with standup

Mr Fanning picked up my set and put on his ‘let me show you how it’s done‘ face. He started to read and within seconds I was shouting out. He was adding words here and there. Doing the thing my comedy teacher warned against.

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