The Beauty of Insignificance
Almost a decade ago, my life fell apart.
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Amsterdam
Alcohol and me: An uneasy mix
It’s tough not drinking in a society where alcohol rules. Especially during lockdown. Every Friday Zoom meeting ends with someone saying how much they can’t wait to pour a gin and switch off.
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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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Back in the old town
Time heals, and just recently, I felt able to return to Amsterdam for my 50th birthday. Three years, they say, is how long you should always leave between visits to places that mean so much.
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Brighton Baby – British writer Mo Fanning on moving city
So what’s going on with the weather then? Don’t judge the writer for this weak opening gambit. I’ve spent almost eight years on the wrong side of the channel and now I’m back in Britain, my aim is to fit back in. To that end, I gather weather talk is essential. For those who don’t know, the Fannings upped their
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The snow in Amsterdam
I’ve hit a strange crossroads. Part of me wants to write something new, but the stuff I’m churning out feels like a series of detached scenes. The narrative drive isn’t there. I have a notion where I want to take it, but I’m still getting to know the characters.
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A short break in France
What a close-to-perfect week the Fanning clan had in a remote French farmhouse, miles from the nearest shops with no Internet, no phones and no English language TV – we watched the French version of Wheel of Fortune twice and didn’t quite get why a small white dog was part of the proceedings.
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It’s grim up north
This month, Manchester fails to charm, silly season gets too silly, I have an old fart moan about students and the book comes slowly together.
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My world is full of dead birds
Sorry for the dreadfully irregular updates, but it’s been a dark and miserable time, which I hope I’m coming out of.
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