diana moore is
a writer, poet and model
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31/03/2010
News report suggests toads can predict earthquakes. Wonder if the toads could let the council know where the next potholes will be coming up - and give them a nudge (croak) to hurry up and fix them, my car is suffering....
26/02/2010
...at a medicine taster session... "There are too many medical dramas on TV, what we need is a drama about engineering...."
23/02/2010
Went along to the Oxfringe launch last night, didn't realise my handbag was going to misbehave...naughty thing turned on the pint on the table next to me belonging to... Whispering Bob Harris. Liquid in a pint glass looks far less in volume than when it has spread itself across table, soaked into clothing, squelched into leather jacket pockets, and meandered like a river along the floor... happily he saw the funny side (cautiously opting for a half pint when I offered a replacement drink!).
Enjoyed a champagne tea for two at Blenheim Palace (I won this in Daily Info's pro-Valentine's Day poetry competition; embarrassed to say the poem wasn't my best effort but it suited the remit) Three tiers of goodies were delivered to the table, including neatly cut sandwiches and an array of delicious cakes. Visited the Churchill Exhibition, enjoyed the Hallmark exhibition of old cards and Sir Winston's own paintings that were printed onto greetings cards. Too much to see in one visit but will make time to return. Entrance tickets are currently being converted to annual passes for anyone interested in exploring this fabulous building.
Playbites, Oxford Playhouse. My script: 'Good, Good, Good Incantations' was read and performed by two young actresses who did a great job of bringing the words to life. (good direction by Laura Caddick too). Thanks to all involved. Shame the Playbites run has finished.
22/02/2010
BBC Radio Oxford. It started with the news item on Gordon Brown's rants and turned to items of clothing that you can get annoyed in...such as rants in your pants...
If I were running the cabinet
And took on Gordon’s flaws
I would yell in Chanel
Get moody in Gucci
Have a strop in a crop top
A tub thump in my jumper
A barney in Armani
And persecute in my linen suite
I could try to get calmer
In Dolce and Gabanna …
But it wouldn’t work
I’d still be grinding teeth
Clenched
Through jaws
I’d get so riled
My crocodile shoes
Would turn blue
And head for the back bench
I'd have a slang whang
In my thong thang
Create a big scene
In my teeny bikini
And then the bouncers
Would take me by the trousers
(Made by Helly Hansen)
And eject me from number ten
And send me for therapy....