Part 9: The novel inside me. I’ve always been a writer……. As this blog series makes abundantly clear, reminding both me and my reader at the start of each instalment, I knew I was a writer and had ample evidence of that fact. I had written round robin letters, poetry, sit-coms, newsletters, plays and a[…]
That’s the Edinburgh Fringe Festival by the way, not the hair covering my forehead. Even though I’m an experienced solo traveller, I’ve always been daunted by the prospect going solo to the Fringe. But for my first trip EVER I didn’t have to go it alone – because I gate-crashed my friend’s solo trip! No[…]
Do you remember where you were when you found out Elvis Presley had died? In August 1977 I was in my mid-twenties, and on holiday in Spain with my housemates. We were staying in a grotty flat over a grotty beer-swilled bar in a small beach village, and spent most of every day on the[…]
The short answer to this question is “Yes – they both appear to.” A lot of people might assume that this stands to reason: young single adults go on holiday with their mates, or with their families; as we get older we holiday with partners and our children – friends with kids the same age;[…]