or: How the stars screwed up! Constellations Going to the theatre should be an energising, joyous experience. After eighteen months of pandemy, we were looking forward to seeing two of our favourite actors, in a West End Theatre, at a time that was convenient. My husband had heard rave reviews on the radio and was […]Read Post ›
for GD Holidays seem to be a bit of a non-starter these days so we must take our pleasures wherever we can. Little did I know when I set off to Paddington from Cookham fairly early on Monday morning that I would have one of the loveliest days ever. I was going to meet my […]Read Post ›
An ambition fulfilled. Today is the fourth anniversary of Sharon’s death. The last three years there was a lovely memorial mass said for her in Westminster Cathedral – her spiritual and dramatic home. Her funeral there was the biggest production she ever put on, and it was superb. I have written about it before I […]Read Post ›
One of my greatest regrets is the demise of the Theatre Museum in Covent Garden. Do you remember it? It was part of the Victoria and Albert Museum and a lovely place to pop into with children or without. Sometimes they would have exhibitions based on current or recent productions – at other times they […]Read Post ›
PRESENT TENSE Last Monday I decided to venture into town. Camden Town to be precise. I had recently come across the artist Andrzej Maria Borkowski and bought one of his pictures for my husband for his namesday and was intrigued when I discovered he was exhibiting his sculptures in a small gallery in North London. […]Read Post ›
I love going to the theatre. There is nothing that beats the anticipation, the atmosphere, the pleasure of being in an enclosed space with hundreds of other people all focusing with rapt attention on the stage in front of you – waiting for the action to unfold and the ideas to develop. And, if I […]Read Post ›
Two weeks ago I was invited to attend a very special concert in the Cadogan Hall. At the time it did not seem such an unusual thing to do – but who knows when I will ever go to a concert again? Not just me, in fact. Am I being over dramatic? Who knows? We […]Read Post ›
So I intend to wallow in it. But this week has been busy too. Two days teaching French at the Guru Nanak School. I surprised myself by how much French I still remember – luckily I still know a bit more than any of the pupils I came across. But two days was enough! A […]Read Post ›
Going backwards from today. This is to help me remember. The rain it raineth everyday. I don’t particularly need to remember that, but diarists always seem to mention the weather. I’m never particularly interested in the weather. I don’t like being too cold or too hot or too wet any more than the next person, […]Read Post ›
The last fortnight has been busy again. I have done four days supply teaching – one of which was positive heaven. It was in my daughter’s school and I would like to think that the school was as good then as it appears to be now. The change of head and of uniform seems to […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 