diana moore is
a writer, poet and model
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05/10/2008
My mother has a gallery of pictures by AR Quentin, the artist who cycled around Britain painting villages and landscapes, many of which were printed onto postcards, along with a fossilized rock from Chesil beach. This is just some of her miscellanea.
We have a jacquard woven picture of tortoiseshell butterflies, vases, a mother goose loo brush holder and the usual necessities.
My ex-boss has the personalised birthday poem that I wrote him; here's an extract:
When Graham took up whistling
The world of nature gazed
A songbird taped her beak up
A skylark's eyes were glazed
A nightingale fainted
A crow fell off the line
A robin started banging
His head and drinking wine
Guess which bird features in line one of the next verse... a small prize to the first respondent (excluding my ex-boss!) closes 31st October 2008
23/09/2008
'Crossing country roads is a nightmare', cried pheasant
' My timing could be wrong and the outcome... unpleasant.'
21/09/2008
Who remembers Bunty, the comic for girls? I saw in the features page some imaginary book titles, titles such as The Highwayman by Ann D Tover, so I submitted my own 'Batty Book Titles', and that's when I won my first prize, a watch, at 9 years.
So with a win under my belt, I started devising ideas for 'It's a Knockout' games, including drawings, there was always a lot of water involved, so I thought... use water... well, several letters later I received a nice letter from the producer, Barney Colehan, saying thanks, but no thanks. Well you can't win them all.
More on starting out in writing another day.
16/09/2008
I used to have a brilliant piano teacher, apparently he had a drink problem, but I wasn't aware of it, at least not during my weekly lessons. I was 21 when I had my first lesson. I'd always wanted to learn piano, but as a child, living 'in the sticks' I wasn't able to afford the luxury of piano lessons. Except, I did attend Sunday school (walking distance) and I was always keen to assist the local landowner's housekeeper-cum-nanny in playing the hymns. I was three, and I remember rushing up to her as she struck the first chords of "we plough the fields and scatter", but she didn't like me scattering my little fingers across the ivories, so there I was, banned from Sunday School . I remember she took me home and said to my mother (in her very middle class rounded vowels), "I think we should wait until Diana is a little older before she returns to Sunday School" My musical ability quashed so early in life... but my friend Christine (who lived on a farm) had a piano, so we would get together dueting, except, I really needed proper lessons... more about my brilliant piano teacher another time...
12/09/2008
I started modelling later in life (a) for the challenge and (b) to prove a point, i.e. that it can be done even if you don't have the perfect features of Kate Moss or the ample bosom of Jordan (aka Katie Price) - but wait, she's reducing hers isn't she... hmm! I might even be bigger than her soon....! OK joke over. More on modelling later.
04/09/2008
This is me with my father-in-law Sid, a lovely man, who was awarded the MBE for services to the community back in 1999. Here he is helping at a summer fete in 2005.
04/09/2008
Meet Blossom, our rabbbit. He's 4 years old and was born in Buckinghamshire, so does that make him a buck rabbit? The vet thought not... on rabbit's first visit we were told 'he' was a 'she'. A second visit to a different vet (who had an eye for the dangly bits) revealed the er, dangly bits. We thought about changing his name but decided to stick with Blossom. He doesn't seem to mind - he's well fed and has freedom to run in the garden.
04/09/2008
Photo by Rachel Moore