Janet Street-Porter is a Marmite celebrity; with her forthright views, distinctive, quirky look and abhorence of being hugged by anyone outside her immediate circle, you love her or you can’t stand her. I fall into the former category. I admire her for being herself and telling it as it is and I tend to only watch Loose Women when she’s on the panel.
Janet comes across as a strong woman with a large circle of friends so I was a bit surprised to find out that she’s admitted to being lonely. Apparently a couple of months ago she … Read the rest »
With apologies to purists for dabbling with the words of Bottom.
Yes! We’ve been delighted, ecstatic, over-the-moon to discover that our short film Only the Lonely has been chosen for the prestigious Underwire Film Festival to be held at the Barbican on 22nd November. Yay! Watching the film is an indescribable feeling; seeing the characters come to life and speak “your” words is very rewarding and fulfilling. Now seeing it on the big screen will be a dream come true. And….. the film is also nominated for an award in the XX Category – best on-screen protagonist. How exciting! Cross … Read the rest »
Oh, my! In the words of the one and only Elvis, “What a night it was! It really was, such a night!”
Last Friday we had the first ever screening of Only the Lonely, the short film I wrote last year with Veronique Christie, courtesy of Dan Films, our production company, led by Julie Baines. I am still on a high.
I’d seen it but only on a laptop and before the final sound had been laid and it had been signed off. Watching it on a screen was an indescribable feeling. Everyone concerned had done a marvellous job, including … Read the rest »
Goodness me, it’s been a while since I put fingertips to keyboard and posted something for you. Sincere apologies! But there are two fundamental reasons for my extended silence.
The first, it’s all been bad news really and nobody wants to read about other people’s problems; most have enough with their own without having to listen to mine. 2017 was a tough old year – three hurricanes, the sale of Avocado Cottage falling through four times, banging my head against a brick wall against so many people and things in both Antigua and UK, finding myself with … Read the rest »