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Maddie: “Preparing (at 54) for my first Glasto with my son”
Jun 10 2023- Madeleine
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Woooo!!! – Preparing for my first Glasto aka Glastonbury Festival with my son at 54 – My son has been saying for some years, ‘Get registered Mum, and I’ll put you in our syndicate’. I was quietly vey vey chuffed, my dear beloved son, who was ‘God knows where’ most of his teen years, inviting me to such a sacred place. Course I was. But did not take action. Couldn’t quite believe it probably. Camping up close with all his friends, the most ‘barrassin, ‘nnoyin person ON THIS EARTH. His two worlds colliding. But his lady-love Poppy informed me he said , ‘Mum would love it here.’ last Glasto. I guess that tipped it.
HOTEL REVIEW: The Principal York
May 28 2023- Madeleine
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The Principal York Hotel: 4 / 5 stars.
Monica Costa and myself headed North to sample the joys of York and review The Principal York Hotel. The Telegraph gave it 4 stars and we concord with this rating.
Musings on acute fecal incontinence
May 27 2023- Madeleine
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There’s fart, there’s shit and now there’s a helpful new compound word to clarify the subtleties of bowel incontinence – ‘shart’ – currently called ‘leaking poo’ by the NHS. It’s a lonely, unsettling and little spoken of place you go for 24 hours after eating an indian or some highly processed food, in which you can no longer fart with confidence.
BALLET REVIEW: The Sleeping Beauty at the Royal Opera House
May 26 2023- Madeleine
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The Sleeping Beauty ballet is back at the ROH on its 99th performance, and now accessible to all in a cinema near you.
Just stop JUST STOP OIL
May 23 2023- Madeleine
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‘Get off the ****ing road!’ I bellowed across 3 lanes of traffic in my most ferociously loud teacher voice, only ever used for breaking up playground punch-ups. I’m petite so there’s the element of surprise. I’ve stopped footie fisty-cuffs in the tube at Fulham Broadway and a roly-poly drunken brawl on Putney High Street ‘Ya not our mum.’ one brother growled. That’s all bringing out the bitch for show. But on Putney Bridge last week, I was feeling genuinely GBH-ish.
