Tag Archives: William Shakespeare

800,000 BOOKS IN ONE DAY

8½ THINGS YOU NEVER KNEW ABOUT BARCELONA Barcelona is my new home town. No one understand a single word I say, but I love it already. The coffee is brilliant and there are little bars everywhere filled with people still … Continue reading

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PORNOGRAPHY IS NOT A DIRTY WORD

Every generation thinks they invented sex; and every erotic novel that takes off has the media twittering and gasping like – shock horror – this has never happened before. Unless you’ve been to Mars with Curiosity you’ll probably have heard … Continue reading

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To quiz or not to quiz?

April 23rd is a very significant day in the life of William Shakespeare so I thought I’d celebrate the event with a short fun quiz. How much do you know about the greatest dramatist in the English language? An easy … Continue reading

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WHY IT’S HARD BEING THE BARD

  I recently watched screenwriter John Orloff’s Anonymous, which has dragged out the tired old debate about whether William Shakespeare was really William Shakespeare. He was or not he was. That is the question. In this piece of ludicrous fluff, … Continue reading

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WATER COOLER WEDNESDAY

I thought I’d put this day aside to look at some of the comments I’ve got in the last couple of weeks. Let’s start with that wonderful post by Myndi Shafer: “I want to do this right.  I want to … Continue reading

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FROM AUNTY IVY TO KHUBILAI KHAN

My primary school teacher’s name was Mrs Boyne. She once told my mother at a parent interview: “Your son is a complete dreamer. He’ll never amount to anything in this life.” I still think that was a pretty harsh judgment … Continue reading

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From Pongwiffy to Shakespeare

   When she was three years old my baby girl crawled on my lap in my study and asked me what I was doing. “I’m writing a book,” I said. “Well, that’s just adicalus,’ she said. She had heard her … Continue reading

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