I pass the Christmas week painlessly enough, cat and flat-sitting on my own in Crouch End. The freedom of having a whole flat to myself including a bathroom (I've spent most of my life sharing a shower with other bedsit tenant), ...
The papers today carry a photo of the man of the moment, the failed Nigerian leg-bomber who tried to blow up a US jet on Christmas Day. Though his attempt was mercifully thwarted, it's still meant for a new range of over-the-top security measures. A full hour before landing, passengers ...
A Frankly Merry Christmas and a Splendid New Year to you.
(This year's London tree: in the foyer of the 100-year-old Phoenix Cinema, East Finchley, Christmas Eve 2009. Just before seeing the new print of The Red Shoes. Photo by Ms Shanthi.) saunders.mike@virgin.net
Early December: As I suspected, the BBC Short Story competition is won by my least favourite of the shortlisted five - the one about the terminally-ill son. It was beautifully written: I just think that if you're going to write about terminal illness without adding anything new, the work needs ...