Category Archives: Monologues

Londoner’s Lament

Posted on February 25, 2012 by

Sometimes we can open the curtains and think we have heavy nets at all the windows – sea mist, low cloud? We just can’t see anything for hours or occasionally several days! Londoner’s Lament The sea, the sea not the … Continue reading →

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Oldies can be funny? Ann’s standup at The Greys – Hanover!

Posted on January 30, 2012 by

I was in two minds whether or not to put my gig on youtube.  ”Well,” said Mr Wise “if they see it there, they won’t book you.” “Well,” said Mrs Realistic, “do I want to embark on a lifestyle pandering … Continue reading →

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The cleft palate – Mrs Shufflebottom – and a poem

Posted on December 30, 2011 by

The Winning Smile     On a warm sunny Sunday, I slipped from my mother’s womb, greeted by the buzz of bombs. London in war time, a baby with blue eyes and a cleft palate. But my smile soothed the souls … Continue reading →

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The House in Highgate and Peter Pan – poem

Posted on December 19, 2011 by

Postwar memories from ‘The House in Highgate’ section The House in Highgate Peter Pan had a lot to answer for! We were always sliding down the polished bannisters and leaping off at the last minute in our everlasting efforts to … Continue reading →

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The contents of my handbag and Blu-tak

Posted on December 5, 2011 by

I suddenly realised I hadn’t put my wise words about the contents of my handbag called  ’Blu-tak’  on my blog.  Apologies to anyone who has popped into the cafe and read this one already. The contents of my handbag A sticky … Continue reading →

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Monologue – ‘I hate cooking’

Posted on October 29, 2011 by

 ‘I hate cooking’            I’m not wading through an avalanche of flour, weeping into the onions, a teaspoon of this a tablespoon of that. Who cares? I hate cooking! I’m not whisking endless egg whites into frothy peaks for … Continue reading →

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Moth invasion – monologue

Posted on October 4, 2011 by

Invasion They crawled into my knicker draw, but drew the line at cotton sought out wooly mittens and chewed them something rotten. Cavorted round my cashmere tops, chomped my knitted hat made patterns in my pink silk frock so that’s … Continue reading →

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Germaine Greer and mixing concrete – prose

Posted on September 20, 2011 by

I was given a copy of ‘The Female Enoch’ in 1970. I didn’t actually burn my bra, seemed a bit too decadent for a war baby,  by then a single parent with two sons and with a mother who was … Continue reading →

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Mobiles, emails and ipods in bed!

Posted on August 21, 2011 by

I think the world of the oldie is divided. One or two friends are not online, others weep over the inconsistencies of their broadband. One can’t manage a bus ride without texting and will take a call in middle of … Continue reading →

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Networking! No please not me.

Posted on August 1, 2011 by

Networking  I am not sure that accepting invitations to coffee from new acquaintances is the way forward. I had hoped to make a few friends in my new life by the sea, but last week I ended up with more froth … Continue reading →

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