Entries from May 2008
me and Cheryl Cole, so much in common
November 29th, 2009
This one goes out to the students at UWIC who I am looking forward to meeting next week! Note: “semi-drunken student”… ! From today’s Sunday Telegraph…
Cheryl Cole’s hair: the reality behind the fakery
Kathleen Baird-Murray, who once appeared in a shampoo ad, brushes aside the furore over Cheryl Cole’s hair extensions
By By Kathleen Baird-Murray
Published: 7:00AM GMT [...]
Burma..
November 25th, 2009
So Burma night is over. Two days ago in fact, and I’m emerging from the exhausted, cranky, discombobulation of the last month or so of organisation and planning,and although we’re still “clearing up” (sending thank yous, raffle prizes, contacting auction winners, etc) I think we’ll be there soon. How tired were we? Well, yesterday’s celebratory [...]
Burmaaaaaaaaaaaarhgh!
November 16th, 2009
I’m organising a fundraiser for next week, jointly with my amazing friend Anna Curtis. Film screening followed by a sit-down dinner and silent auction. And it occurs to me that we’re short on men. Part of the problem is that most of our friends are women. This is an advantage for most of our lives, [...]
Graveyard shift… Merida, Day of the Dead
November 4th, 2009
Monday 2nd November is the official Day of the Dead.
Because we imagine ghoulish parties, families camping out by graves, skeleton outfits and macabre voodoo offerings, all of which we assume will take place at night-time, we decide to go to the beach for the day, maybe take in a pyramid or two, then return [...]
Fear of the Living Dead….
November 3rd, 2009
This is my third visit to Merida; my other two visits to Mexico have been to Cabo San Lucas which I’ve never been a great fan of. I wanted to bring the kids to Merida at this time of year so we could participate in the festival of The Day of The Dead.
The guidebooks assure [...]
Made it to Merida… finally
November 2nd, 2009
Experienced travellers write often of perilous journeys to foreign climes but one thing I’ve noticed is they rarely comment on how you really feel when you arrive.
The white cloud that fills your head; the memory wipe-out that means you can’t remember your name when filling in the immigration form. You walk into supermarkets and [...]
