Monthly Musings for August – a very early edition!

I am pretty much running on empty right now, so this is going to be short, sweet, and to the point.I’m going on a total posting hiatus until October 9th because I just don’t have the time or energy to create any new content until my first exam is done (when I still won’t have … Continue reading Monthly Musings for August – a very early edition!

Book Review: A Pride of Poppies: Modern GLBTQI fiction of the Great War (an anthology edited by Julie Bozza)

Ten authors – in thirteen stories – explore the experiences of GLBTQI people during World War I. In what ways were their lives the same as or different from those of other people? A London pub, an English village, a shell-hole on the Front, the outskirts of Thai Nguyen city, a ship in heavy weather … Continue reading Book Review: A Pride of Poppies: Modern GLBTQI fiction of the Great War (an anthology edited by Julie Bozza)

Words from the Week, otherwise known as the one where I shout hurrah!

Yes, hurrah! Really quite loudly.This is because yesterday, after a rather long silence that I feared meant the worst, I found out that both requests I made back in December in respect of my job have been approved. I am therefore a proudly promoted person with a nice new job title and a respectable pay … Continue reading Words from the Week, otherwise known as the one where I shout hurrah!

Theatre Review: Love’s Labour’s Won (Much Ado About Nothing) – RSC Live Cinecast

Summary, reproduced from RSC’s website:Autumn 1918. A group of soldiers return from the trenches. The world-weary Benedick and his friend Claudio find themselves reacquainted with Beatrice and Hero. As memories of conflict give way to a life of parties and masked balls, Claudio and Hero fall madly, deeply in love, while Benedick and Beatrice reignite … Continue reading Theatre Review: Love’s Labour’s Won (Much Ado About Nothing) – RSC Live Cinecast

Words from the Week

Despite the lack of posts for the last two weeks I can confirm that “I aten’t dead”. However, unlike Granny Weatherwax, who simply doesn’t seem to get sick, I have been ill. Am still ill, actually, although far better than I was. A cold, with the joyful addition of a vicious chest infection, completely wiped me … Continue reading Words from the Week

Theatre Review: Not About Heroes – Trafalgar Studios

This is going to be an extremely short review but one I want to share nevertheless, because this has to be my favourite WWI theatre experience this year, with Regeneration coming a close second. If you were looking for a link between the two, you wouldn’t have to look far, as they both involve Siegfried … Continue reading Theatre Review: Not About Heroes – Trafalgar Studios

Theatre Review: A Farewell to Arms (adapted for stage by Imitating the Dog)

I should say upfront that I am not a fan of Hemingway’s prose and read “A Farewell to Arms” simply because it offered another viewpoint on WWI from someone who had served and is often mentioned when WWI fiction is discussed. If you haven’t read the book, this is the blurb on the back of … Continue reading Theatre Review: A Farewell to Arms (adapted for stage by Imitating the Dog)

Words from the Week

Well, there seems to have been an awful lot happening but I don’t have much to show for it. I wrote and posted last Thursday’s instalment on a train on my way to spend the weekend in London. That particular journey is an annual pilgrimage to attend the service at the Cenotaph on Remembrance Sunday, … Continue reading Words from the Week

Theatre Review: Regeneration (adapted for the stage by Nicholas Wright)

It seemed somewhat appropriate, on the 96th anniversary of Wilfred Owens death, to see a play that charted the last few years of his life. So last night I headed to the Wolverhampton Grand to see the dramatisation of Pat Barker’s Regeneration trilogy, adapted for stage by Nicholas Wright. For those of you who have … Continue reading Theatre Review: Regeneration (adapted for the stage by Nicholas Wright)

In which I celebrate National Poetry Day

Well, you didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you? It will probably please you to know that I’m not going to subject you to one of my own attempts (although I do have a half finished sonnet - purportedly written by Sherlock, for John, during his years away - that seems to be calling to me … Continue reading In which I celebrate National Poetry Day